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At Last
by Jane E PearceAt two, the traffic on the pike
has a middle of the night
scarceness- the hum of
daytime congress ebbs at dusk,
and I settle down to listen
to my heart sing, as I devour
the loving place from which I come-
I'm back home-my God I'm back home. 09/20/2007 Posted on 09/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/20/07 at 08:05 AM As a "constant traveler" in a past life I can SO relate to this wonderful imagery. Excellent Jane. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/20/07 at 04:58 PM Hi Jane,
Great write. Yes, that would be a very good feeling for people that have to travel alot. I can relate to this. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/21/07 at 12:45 AM Great depth of feeling expressed! Nothing quite like being home-home! |
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