HOMEWARD BOUND
As we turn right it’s the last leg of the journey home,
Always a comforting feeling after a south we did roam.
The last stretch of beauty as almost due north we go,
Back to, in winter, a great wonderland of pure white snow.
The roads are quite clear, have been snow free all the way,
It is really surprising how blest you are when you pray.
Over five hours travelling is not safe without a prayer,
Yes, homeward bound on beauty a gift beyond compare.
It has started to snow just a little as farther north we go,
But there are snow ploughs clearing the roads, going slow,
But it means safety, then we see four trucks just ahead,
Just a single highway in this weather most of us dread.
Yet still going forward, mile by long dreary mile,
Then when we get home we relax with a happy smile,
Homeward bound in winter when up north we wish to live,
The big city is inviting with stores, malls and shows galore,
We still think that we prefer the view from our front door.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 8 January 2006