For to travel they do not have in them the need
Those with a sense of place they are lucky indeed
The bigger World out there they have no wish to see
They marry in their homeplace and there raise their family
Him or her in their home town a known and loved face
They live, love grow old and die in their homeplace
Whilst the one with the wanderlust travels far away
From where she or he first looked on light of day
The stay at home types in their homeplace happy to stay
There is no place like home their kind are known to say
They do not feel the desire to travel elsewhere
To the crowded cities in the big World out there
Where they were born and raised happiness they do find
The bug of the wander never enters their mind.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
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