The roads, they seem to always wander
So far and never near
A place in part to be discovered
When pathways end, and grass appears
To travel farther than the blue skies, clear
Beholding wonders in thine eyes
Mountain roads to hilltop climbing
Make for an exciting, joyful ride
Travel where to, for heart's desire
Far and yet none so far away
When the yearning ends
When travel tires
A new morning, home again
(03/20/2023)
Revised (08/02/2024)
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