Here is my answer:
If I could go anywhere, I would go, to a broken down farmhouse covered in snow, where the sunset glows over silhouette trees, and the voice of the wind echoes through the eaves. Though I fear the cold and I loath the snow, there's no place I would rather go, than that quiet spot in that rambling field, where you wonder if summer was ever real. Though I love blue skies and the summer breeze, I’d trade the sun if I could see, the yard with the icicle-dripping trees. To live abroad, to explore, to roam, has taught me this - to value home.
photo by Sue Potvin
If anyone feels moved to write their own response feel free to post it here, or e-mail it to me at read.read.rose@gmail.com.
I leave you today with a quote from Dorothy Gale, "I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home!"
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