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My Journey Home My journey home takes me from The city life, a joy to some. Though, to my mind, the cars and crowd Are way too much and a bit too loud. Past bumpers, lights, signs and all, Are open roads. To me they call To join their ever winding ways, Beyond the noise, outside the fray. Last exit from the freeway will find Me turning right. Ahead, the sign Says �Stoneybrook�, twelve miles to go, The surface rough, the way is slow. This stretch of road holds memories. Events and faces, still I see. Those I�ve helped along the way And ones I�ve lost... too hard to say. Against the pastel sunset, I see The town which has awaited me. One mile more, around this bend, Will find me home, my journey�s end. Douglas Fletcher 4/22/2001 |
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