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"The...trek homeward has been fraught with...ceaseless perils" - a poem. |
| With my sharp eyes loosely focused, I gaze calmly at the barren, seamless miles Of unforgiving roads forever displayed In my cognizant, dubious vision; The air so fragrant and still with the foul odor Of animal refuse and largely unregulated vehicle exhaust, Stymied a bit by the smell Of dry, life-sustaining vegetation. Lost amid the views of irrigated farmland And vast clusters of motionless steer Is the remote, but memorable vision of home That has long awaited my fateful and joyous return, With its jubilant relations and warmest regards. The long trek homeward has been fraught with Inherent struggles and ceaseless perils, But will soon culminate in the wondrous satisfaction And endless celebration Of a favored son’s spiritual revival… |