Poems about Happiness, About Home. Happiness Poetry

The impetus for the poem goes back to childhood.
Click here for father and daughter stories,
starting with a father who never seemed to feel at home,
except in his imaginings, his longings, his dreams.

Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems.
in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest.
Poems About Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry.
all alone, yet cozy, and large, inviting in ...

All around are the places we live in.
But what does it mean, to be at home?
My father never felt at home.
In my own, my chosen home -
explorations, reflections, word pieces
on the sense of home.

poems about happiness, about finding a home place -
happiness poems about a home space -
happiness growing, flowing into happy poem, into happiness poetry -
chosen home, forever at home - the happiness of being at home -
all flowing into happiness poetry, poems about happiness -
happiness and joy, contentment and more -
a happy poem a day keeps the doctor away,
no matter how humble there's no place like home,
poems about happiness, poems about joy,
home home on the range where the deer and the antelope play,
poems overflowing from the fullness of life,
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Happiness Poems. Poems about Happiness.
In my own, my chosen home,
on a high plateau, all alone,
yet cozy, a nest, I've come to rest,
I feel blessed.
Happiness Poem. Happy Poem.

Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems. in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest. Poems about Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry.
Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems. in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest. Poems about Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry. all alone, yet cozy, and large, inviting in ...
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Here, on a windswept high plateau, is where I have most come to feel at home. This is also where the words came to me - in my own, my chosen home - and where I started my exploration of what it means, to be at home. ** MENU BEING AT HOME: THOUGHTS MY FATHER, MY SELF MY CHOSEN HOME HOME WORLD BEING AT HOME:POEMS plus THOUGHTS IN MY OWN, MY CHOSEN HOME SUMMER'S PASSING BEING AT HOME: POEMS IN MY OWN, MY CHOSEN HOME SUMMER'S PASSING INTERACTIVE FLASH MUSIC VIDEO!! SUMMER'S PASSING HOME IS ... many voices CONTENTS - ALL MORE POEMS, SPOKEN WORD, AND SONGS ** contact top of page HOME - first version - 2006	HOME IS ... All around me are the places we live in – old brick houses, apartment blocks, highrises. But what does it mean, to be at home? I didn't know that question interested me until Karen, a painter, and David, a photographer, asked me if I would like to be part of their project. It had nothing to do with home. They were planning to explore Quebec – “Quebec Seen” – through their very different eyes. I would add another element, words. I wasn't enthusiastic, but I claimed to be. Yes, wonderful, great project. Maybe it was. But my heart wasn't in it. At heart, I am not a tourist. I would have to drag myself to place after place. Inside me, everything said, “I’d rather stay home.” My way of getting around my inner foot-dragging was to suggest we start with a weekend at what was just beginning to become my home, the old country place that my partner and I had bought a couple of years before. After all, the countryside was gorgeous, and we would have a place to stay. Karen and David would be the first guests ever – because for two years walls had been coming down, plaster dust was everywhere, windows were changed in mid-winter, the furniture was protected under thick layers of plastic. Philippe, my partner, was off somewhere traveling for work. I spent eight hours setting up the living room. That weekend, David photographed and Karen sketched. I could not make myself do what I was supposed to do – experience the landscape and express this experience. But a couple of days later, alone, watching the autumn morning from inside my home, I heard the words, "in my own, my chosen home," inside my head. That’s where it all started for me, my exploration of what it means to be at home. I sat down and wrote, walked from room to room and wrote. The words came and came. copyright © Elsa Schieder 2006, 2011, all rights reserved publishing house - FlufferDuff Impressions 2006, 2011 June 1, 2011 Time goes on. The poem on this page is a bit different from what I originally wrote - we has been replaced by I. But the love of this place continues. Maybe someday there will be another we. copyright © Elsa Schieder 2011, all rights reserved Click here for the original version of this poem about more than happiness, about a deep sense of home-coming.
		copyright © Elsa Schieder 2000, 2011, all rights reserved publishing house - FlufferDuff Impressions 2006, 2011 For only the poem/word piece, click here.

	contact your thoughts what home means to you *NAVBAR* The impetus for the poem goes back to childhood. Click here for father and daughter stories, starting with a father who never seemed to feel at home, except in his imaginings, his longings, his dreams. Poems about happiness, happiness poems - so many possibilities. Click here for Summer's Passing - early evening, late summer - happiness - feeling summer passing. To go to only In My Own, My Chosen Home, a poem about deep happiness, click here. top of page **** Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems. in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest. Poems About Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry. all alone, yet cozy, and large, inviting in ... All around are the places we live in. But what does it mean, to be at home? My father never felt at home. In my own, my chosen home - explorations, reflections, word pieces on the sense of home. ________________________ poems about happiness, about finding a home place - happiness poems about a home space - happiness growing, flowing into happy poem, into happiness poetry - chosen home, forever at home - the happiness of being at home - all flowing into happiness poetry, poems about happiness - happiness and joy, contentment and more - a happy poem a day keeps the doctor away, no matter how humble there's no place like home, poems about happiness, poems about joy, home home on the range where the deer and the antelope play, poems overflowing from the fullness of life, ___________________ Happiness Poems. Poems about Happiness. In my own, my chosen home, on a high plateau, all alone, yet cozy, a nest, I've come to rest, I feel blessed. Happiness Poem. Happy Poem. top of page Elsas Adventures In Internet Land ______________________________________________________________ home about site map privacy policy terms of use contact ______________________________________________________________ site design, site construction - Elsa Schieder copyright © Elsa Schieder, 2006-2015 - all rights reserved copyright © elsas-word-story-image-idea-music-emporium.com, 2006-2015 - all rights reserved CLICK HERE TO CONTACT Elsa

Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems. in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest. Poems about Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry. all alone, yet cozy, and large, inviting in ...

Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems. in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest. Poems About Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry. all alone, yet cozy, and large, inviting in ...

Happiness Poems. Poems about Happiness. In my own, my chosen home, on a high plateau, all alone, yet cozy, a nest, I've come to rest, I feel blessed. Happiness Poem. Happy Poem.

Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems.
in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest.
Poems about Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry.
all alone, yet cozy, and large, inviting in ...

Poems about Happiness, Happiness Poems.
in my own, my chosen home, I've come to rest.
Poems About Home, Happy Poems, Happiness Poetry.
all alone, yet cozy, and large, inviting in ...

Happiness Poems. Poems about Happiness.
In my own, my chosen home,
on a high plateau, all alone,
yet cozy, a nest, I've come to rest,
I feel blessed.
Happiness Poem. Happy Poem.