A nomad with wanderlust is certainly who I am,
One who loves to discover strange places and roam,
After I have seen all the sights and ate all the food,
I start to look forward to the plane trip home.
For there is where I can live an ordinary life,
And it’s the one place where I can be myself.
Here I will find my own history revealed
By the keepsakes and books on my shelves.
Pictures of loved ones who’ve passed line the walls,
And they are as precious as any country’s art.
So, although I am a nomad who loves to travel,
My own precious little home still captivates my heart.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles. Write prose or poem on Home in exactly 114 words. Ragtag prompt is Nomad.
As a habitual world traveller, I can certainly relate to this! Excellent.
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