What is Home?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I cannot speak of other hearts
The tears the joys the loss
I cannot name the unknown ones
Nor count the cost
What is gone the sights the smells
The sounds that taste forgot
The meek the mild the often wild
The need to be alone
Yes, tell me then, I simply ask
What is home?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Upon the hallowed football field
A terrace shook the sky
A gilded shirt and flying boots
What joys transpire
The giddy heart bewitched once more
The throat swells o’er with song
This is home, yes this is home
A king upon beleaguered throne
A prince who thrills the bannered throng
A place where we belong.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-is-home/