I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!"
Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.
But every house where Love abides
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.
A Home Song
by Henry Van Dyke
And I?
Oh I just know
that I could live quite happily
in any of these ~
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