Here are the actual poems we used for the Dance Salon event “Home.”
From The Wizard of Oz
Just click your heels together three times and repeat after me: There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.
From The House by Mary Oliver
Because we lived our several lives
Caught up within the spells of love,
Because we always had to run
Through the enormous yards of day
To do all that we hoped to do,
We did not hear, beneath our lives,
The old walls falling out of true,
Foundations shifting in the dark.
When seedlings blossomed in the eaves,
When branches scratched upon the door
And rain came splashing through the halls,
We made our minor, brief repairs,
And sang upon the crumbling stairs
And danced upon the sodden floors.
For years we lived at peace, until
The rooms themselves began to blend
With time, and empty one by one,
At which we knew, with muted hearts,
That nothing further could be done,
And so rose up, and went away,
Inheritors of breath and love,
Bound to that final black estate
No child can mend or trade away.
From The House Song (last verse)
Careful up the stairs a few are missing
I haven’t had the time to make repairs
The first one is the hardest one to master
The last one I’m not really sure is there
From The Night House by Billy Collins
And the soul is up on the roof
In her nightdress, straddling the ridge,
Singing a song about the wildness of the sea
From Walking Home from Oak-Head by Mary Oliver
Don’t worry, sooner or later I’ll be home.
Red-cheeked from roused wind,
I’ll stand in the doorway
Stamping my boots and slapping my hands,
Covered with stars.
Thought bubbles from Stephanie and Meris
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