Our Home Poem by Randy McClave

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

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Randy McClave

Randy McClave

Ashland, Kentucky
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