When winter seems eternal, <br />always calls to me, <br />fall calls to me as well, <br />swinging big with church bells, <br />laughter so grand in my twilight, <br />shining so bright, <br />summer lights, <br />tigers and daffodils, <br />until the early morning of spring, <br />when you hold a young ones hand, <br />that is when it all begins, <br />once again to that lonely heart, <br />that long journey home. <br />that you think no one ever has know, <br />in you darkest hours, <br />the long journey home, <br />is a solemn trip down a dusty road.<br /><br />Walter C. Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-long-journey-home-4/
