I have this poem floating through my head and I can’t remember all of it and I have NO idea who wrote it. I can’t find out what the rest of it is if I can’t remember the name of the poem, or the author. Help me!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!! It’s driving me crazy!!!!!! *sob* This is what I can remember of it……..and I can’t guarantee that the words are even right but the gist of it is correct.
When you are home from the long road and the open sky
I wish it would be my house that you are passing by
I wish it would be my house where you would sit down
and tell your tales of the land and sea and the strange far town
Oh come you from the eastward, or come you from the west
Here’s good cheer to greet you and welcome of the best
Oh come you with your pockets full or come you home poor
Here’s a place by the fireside and an open door.
You’ll tell me where you’ve been since and the things you’ve seen
Up and down the wide world where so long you’ve been
………………That’s all I’ve got. But there’s more….something about a storm……….criminy!