Home at Last

 

Eager feet travel the same

path that one’s weary heart trudges upon…

when the weight of the world has

drug down like a rock….

or an anchor…

or a millstone…

til the time when

delight is simply…

to feel the green grass…

or gentle cobbles…

that live in the happy part…

of a soul’s mind…

anyone’s mind really..

when they are finally..

coming..

home…

——–

David L. Whitman 11/02/12 finally home….

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