Walk in familiar slippers Walk when walking’s spent Walk on hollow highway Walk in a birthday dress Walk under frigid stars Walk with ancestral song Walk with right Walk with wrong Walk in spite Walk in pity Walk in the backstreets Walk in the news Walk in borrowed city
Home is leaving Home is a journey Home is coloured pencils For a distant classroom Home is a wilderness Home is an army Home is inquisition Home is another way Home is a haven Home is a promise Home is a rose bed Home is tomorrow Home is hard Home is good
Simon Piesse
This poem is inspired by the continuing ill-treatment in thought, word and deed, of refugees in the UK, notably children.