The long drive home
cross over rivers
a ride over fly- overs
a stop at the toll
a halt at junctions
a slow down in traffic
a sweep when free
a pleasure in a quietude
the thoroughfare on one end
the serenity at the other
go I with an insatiable drive
I should be home in an hour
my sweet home beckons with a smile
being away by only a few miles
the desire jumps out in strength
the love of home is a treasure
it being a great wealth
inexpressible in its delineation
a fascination that clings to me steadfast
I would be there in no time
makes me rejoice with glee.
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