Home is a place of safety and peace
Home is the eye of the storm
Home is the fresh air the welcome release
Home is the lift when you're sad and forlorn.
Home is the place where memories are made
Home is the magnet that draws you in,
Home is the scene for the biscuit tin raid!
Home is the shield from turmoil and din.
Home is for gatherings, reunions and meetings
Home houses friendships, keeps loved ones from harm.
Home is for shouts, for yells and for greetings
Home is the peaceful island of calm.
Home is the place where you feel that you fit
Home is for laughter, for joy, for song
Home is mine, and I love every bit
Home is the place where I truly belong.
Young Poet Laureates
Young Poet Laureates perform with Carol Anne Duffy
The Young Poet Laureates for Herefordshire Hal Husbands and Ben Ray, had their biggest audience yet when they supported the Poet Laureate Carol Anne Duffy at the opening event of the Ledbury Poetry Festival. The community centre was packed, all the £10 tickets had sold out completely. The young poets bravely performed for five minutes each before the headline act came on. Ben Ray aged 16 said
“Meeting Carol Ann Duffy and being a part of the Ledbury Poetry Festival 2011 is an experience I shall remember and treasure forever. It was wonderful to meet the people who made it all happen and to be able to perform alongside the British Poet Laureate, and I thoroughly look forward to exploring the rest of the festival".
Home by Ben Ray
The Homecoming by Harriet Husbands
On a river unlike any you know
Through unfamiliar glades
Students in sequinned sleeves parade
To welcome their master home.
Dr Sita, cross-legged,
Shifts his leg hairs on the spokes
He is quite unlike most folk
As he will not travel as expected.
'A good umbrella on a small river'
He'd say 'braves storms,
Whirlpools and waves, and keeps its form.
When I come next, I'll demonstrate.'
Why he left, the students forget
And in their excitement they drop their oranges-
Tangle together, scale the ledges
Of the temple ruins for his arrival.
In the time to spit a grapefruit seed
Alligators surround his craft.
With a touch on the nostril they adjust their path.
He rotates and rocks further from them.
He smiles through this blind water ride
Accustomed to the rumpled swell.
A sharp tap and fruits fall
Split apart in jewelled halves.
The ground changes without the students noticing,
Earth to bright marshland.
Dr. Sita leads the sands
In glittering vines to root in the clearing.
Thrown to the bank in a tipped spin,
The Doctor adjusts his glasses,
Sets down his briefcase, pauses-
And settles his students beneath his chin.
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