Changing home for a few weeks
so different yet the same,
trees are green, the sky is blue,
dark grey before it starts to rain.
though people speak with different tongue
laughter will be the same
they live and love they even cry
as putting up with worldly strain.
Walking along an unknown path
puzzled as to which way we came
following a guiding map,
doing without would be in vain.
Some faces do remind us
of those we know by name
our loved ones who we left behind
whom soon we’ll see again.
Although we love to go away
it shall always be the same
the nicest part of going out
is coming home again.
Joke van der Ark
Nr. 183 – juli 1992