Our Home

In my house I always keep it clean As on my lawn I keep it manicured and green, There is no trash upon the floor Because, my house I truly do adore. In my house I keep a mop and a broom Along with cleaning supplies and a vacuum, And if something is ever broken or in need of repair I am already there. In my house is where I sleep and live It is where I call home and where I help and give, It it where I will ponder and where I will rest Before I start a journey, or even a quest. I sweep my floors almost every day And on my table I keep a beautiful flower bouquet, I always pick up any and all trash that I might find Even the very minute kind. When family and friends ever come to visit me The rules of my house they know as a decree, No littering in any way or type or form Because, to me that's the norm. Inside my house smoking is not ever allowed Of my house being smoke free I am very proud, I keep my windows clean and shiny and bright To allow in Gods most beautiful sunlight. My dishes and clothes are always cleaned And if I am sick my house is most certainly quarantined, My house is where I call home It protects me under its very dome. The Earth is our home as well, So, why do we see it and treat it like hell. Randy L. McClave