Anywhere is home

Anywhere is home – by Sydney-Rose Smithson

The soft breeze of the morning air and the sunrise dancing through her hair

It wakes her from her blanket lair, a feat of love, wonder, and care

The rooster crows with waking delight for the moon is set and the sky is bright

Waking with a kiss, a hug; it’s off to work

Buttoning that dusty plaid red shirt

Boots like shining armor-clad, she’s off to make the chickens mad

One egg, two egg, three egg, four... She’s thankful for her morning chore.

A laugh and a giggle as the children play, rolling over each other in the soft fresh hay

Breakfast is served with a bit of laughter, there is much work to do all day after

It’s off to sit at the kitchen table, the school day begins with a few fun fables

One more hug and one more kiss; the farmers are off to complete their daily lists

Milk the cows, groom the horses, the pigs are fed slop in their reinforced fortress

Clouds on the horizon mean good news for the crops, the rain has been scarce and the thunderstorms pop….

Down comes the water and in run the goats, they hate getting wet and it ruins their coats

The farmers secure the greenhouse in a scramble, sometimes storms like this can be a gamble

Done outside the farmers come in for the day, dripping soaked and ready to play

There are still a few things that need to be done, but baking and cooking are still pretty fun

After dinner the children are off to bed, dreams of unicorns and rainbows swimming in their heads

She sits near the fire, her family beside her, to swap stories and funny things that happened before this very hour

They knit and they sew for the next bit of time, but it’s off to sleep early; they can sleep on a dime

Laying back in bed, the day is nearly over, she yawns and rolls a bit closer

Her lover is there with arms open wide; you can hear the wind whipping outside

They all settle in and listen to the storm, but they know they are all safe and warm

Tomorrow this will all start again; the farmers will have a lot to mend

Goodnights are said wherever you roam, but when you live with your family… anywhere is home.