For myself, so contrary,
Home on Earth is temporary.
Born and raised in Tennessee,
I've never been away more than two weeks.
Home was in Knoxville until I was three,
And ever since its been Jefferson County.
Morning sunlight pours in my window.
I sleep through the cocks crow.
Sometimes quiet, I am home alone.
Sometimes noisy, everyone is home.
A mom and a dad, a son and a daughter,
All live together.
At this place called "home" we sleep and we eat, we clean and we store.
Here we gather together.
But, the old cliche says, "Home is where the heart is."
Though my heart melts many places,
The heart of my heart I keep with me.
As I told my mother, "I'm a turtle; my shell is home; and wherever I am that will be."
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