William McGehee


The Road That Ends At My Front Door - Poem by William McGehee

It looks familiar, every stone
Every street and store near home.
The way the sun and shadows play,
The way the birds welcome the day.
The way the building spires rise
The way the city out spread lies

Though I've not seen it for a while,
Comfort grows with every mile
Closer, coming home once more
On the road that ends at my front door

Topic(s) of this poem: home


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2018



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