{"id":2351,"date":"2007-09-07T19:51:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-07T19:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2351"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:27:19","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:27:19","slug":"poetry-friday-late-but-in-home-stretc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2351","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Late, but in the Home Stretch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Home, Sweet Home<\/b><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/RuGtIxm3OTI\/AAAAAAAAALg\/TFKADvfPjb0\/s1600-h\/flathunting.png\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"click to enlarge in new window\"><br \/><img decoding=\"async\" align=left hspace=10 src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/09\/flathunting.png\" \/><\/a>Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,<br \/>Be it ever so humble, there&#8217;s no place like home;<br \/>A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,<br \/>Which, seek through the world, is ne&#8217;er met with elsewhere.<br \/>Home, home, sweet, sweet home!<br \/>There&#8217;s no place like home, oh, there&#8217;s no place like home!<\/p>\n<p>An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;<br \/>Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!<br \/>The birds singing gayly, that come at my call &#8212;<br \/>Give me them &#8212; and the peace of mind, dearer than all!<br \/>Home, home, sweet, sweet home!<br \/>There&#8217;s no place like home, oh, there&#8217;s no place like home!<\/p>\n<p>I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,<br \/>And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,<br \/>As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door<br \/>Thro&#8217; the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.<br \/>Home, home, sweet, sweet home!<br \/>There&#8217;s no place like home, oh, there&#8217;s no place like home!<\/p>\n<p>How sweet &#8217;tis to sit &#8216;neath a fond father&#8217;s smile,<br \/>And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!<br \/>Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,<br \/>But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.<br \/>Home, home, sweet, sweet home!<br \/>There&#8217;s no place like home, oh, there&#8217;s no place like home!<\/p>\n<p>To thee I&#8217;ll return, overburdened with care;<br \/>The heart&#8217;s dearest solace will smile on me there;<br \/>No more from that cottage again will I roam;<br \/>Be it ever so humble, there&#8217;s no place like home.<br \/>Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!<br \/>There&#8217;s no place like home, oh, there&#8217;s no place like home!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.easthampton.com\/homesweethome\/JH_Payne\/jh_payne.html\" target= _blank>John Howard Payne<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Normally I despise musicals, but I have an unbelievable fondness for both Technicolor and <i>The King &#038; I<\/i>, so this song was especially appropriate for Poetry Friday. (Though it is nighttime here, it still counts, right?) I always hear the little voices of Miss Anna&#8217;s students singing this one, and I will sing it &#8212; with lots of jumping around &#8212; because I now have a house here. Hopefully next Poetry Friday will be ON TIME and in sync with the rest of y&#8217;all. <\/p>\n<p>I FOUND two libraries today &#8212; now to find the one closest to my home!<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Til next time&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Home, Sweet Home Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,Be it ever so humble, there&#8217;s no place like home;A charm from the sky&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2351","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2351","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2351"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2351\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4305,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2351\/revisions\/4305"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2351"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2351"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2351"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}