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Comments about Michael Sacoma
My sanctuary is the road
I close my eyes and there I walk
Though years since I set foot upon
No barrier prevents my swift return
The wide expanse and the peace there found
No irritants pacing, blocking my path
I stop to savour and to reflect
And smile at the journey still to come
The woodland and the fields surround
The hermit in his hideaway
Is he like me, a lucky one
Who cannot leave the road behind?