COMING HOME
We really did not want to leave the sea,
And homeward bound we knew we had to be.
But we took our time seeing many new sights,
So finding a way to enjoy our homeward flight.
Stop at this small town, stop and look at that,
When having a meal, slow down and have a chat
With those around you, making a friend or two,
So coming home can start adventures anew.
Stopping awhile to watch a pretty waterfall,
Wandering along the stream, hearing birds call,
Strolling down a street, new stores to see.
The way home can be fun if you come with me.
It stretches the holiday out, having a good time
On the way home, more to see as you do roam,
Not just speeding along the highway so fast,
Watching many things you want to see go past.
Drive a little farther, see another small town,
Stretch your legs, look around, send away a frown,
You never know, as you go, what you may find
Hidden, leave your smile and laughter behind.
What shall we find? What shall we see?
Maybe hidden treasure, some natural beauty
That will make the holiday even better than before,
A list of places to visit if you return once more.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 12, 2003