The View From My Home Poem by Randy McClave

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