A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
My Home
My Home
by Neo Hosteen
Home smells good
because when you walk in
it smells like good fry bread
When you touch the door knob it is smooth
when you touch the chairs are soft
When you taste the food that was made
you think your loved ones are there with you
When you hear the food cook
the laughter of little kids
you know you’re at home
you’re safe at last