my home is where my heart is. br br the white furniture are the veranda br the black umbrella at the side of the door br the green grass the lush trees br the pathway filled with pebbles br the ceiling with a fan br the stairs without dust br the railings with shellac br mahogany smell of walls br the well at the backyard br the smell of bacon at the kitchen br scrambled eggs and fresh milk br every morning br the smoke rising to the roof br of white steam rice br br mother calling us all br and father waiting br praying for grace br and then this hearty mealbr br RIC S.