ONE MAN'S HOME...

 

His name was Howard Solomon and without a lot of circumstance or pomp

he bought some land near Sarasota and built himself a castle…in a swamp.

 

Without much schooling and with no plans…it’s hard to understand

how he made something so beautiful with just his imagination and his hands.

 

But he did and it’s quite magnificent…it’s both whimsical and fun

as the luster of its silver siding shimmers in the sun.

 

And it was a wonderful place to visit, to walk its halls, to see it shine

but this was his dream…his castle…built with his imagination…not mine.

 

Which made me glad to return to my home…where my memories are sown.

Glad that, although a little smaller and less shiny, I have a castle of my own.

 

And I couldn’t help but smile once we turned into our driveway knowing we were back

once we opened our door..once we entered…and I hung my hat upon the rack…

 

Because it reminded me of something I already knew long before this adventure got it’s start:

 

Home is not only where you hang your hat…it’s where you hang your heart


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