Poetry of Place: My home away from home.

James Galvan
English 306
Steve Pett

Poetry of Place: My home away from home.

Living here as I do
It begins to feel more like home
But it isn’t.

Sure its getting warmer here
and of course its a lot greener
but it will never be as hot as home
and home will never be as green as this.

Is it because it rains so much here
That there’s none left to go back home.
Or perhaps its all the mountains
Which surround home
That prevent clouds from entering
It certainly would explain
Why you only see hills here.

Where home has sand.
Here has snow.
Where home has pools outside.
Here only in the summer time.

Sure you will see a lot of
Rabbits and chipmunks here
But you will get to see a lot of
Snakes and coyotes at home.

Living here as I do
It certainly does begin to feel
More like home.
I know if and when I do go back
Here, will always be my home away from home.