As i walked
the pathway
across
the stream
entering the village
of my birth
i was reminded.
Of the hardship here
within the joy of living
i know i was at
my jounreys end
home.
The very best place a soul can hide.Excellent! my friend Roy.
A reminiscence certainly worth sharing, Roy - thank you. Esther : ]
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We carry home with us in the landscapes of our minds wherever we go or whatever we do. My applause for this one. Regards, Sandra