On my way home
over a gravel road,
the weight on my shoulder
is not a heavy load;
I’m heading for the river,
the green bush,
the mountain
and that place
I’ll call my own.
WAYFARER
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
On my way home
over a gravel road,
the weight on my shoulder
is not a heavy load;
I’m heading for the river,
the green bush,
the mountain
and that place
I’ll call my own.