The View From My Home

The view from my home Isn't the same as the sight from majestic Rome, Here I can see the local heritage museum And not ever the colossal Colosseum. I can see my church on 29th street which is very pretty And not ever see the Vatican City, And though I won't ever see the waving of the Pope I instead will see my smiling Pastor and his wife Hope. I won't see the river Tiber which is a life giver But, I instead will see and use the mighty Ohio river, In which I boat and where we receive our water For cooking and drinking, and the baptism of someone's son or daughter. Though I won't see the glowing Pantheon at dark But, here we have the beautiful local Central Park, And there too we have a fountain which is always flowing And in the summertime tulips are always majestically growing. Though I most likely will never be in Rome Italy But, instead I'll always have my home in my own little city, Now whenever I look out my window or out my back door Rome is in a distance, and I am in the city which I adore. Randy L. McClave