I’m walking on tracks,
On familiar tracks,
Under blue sky,
In the evening light.
My shadow before me,
The wind behind.
I’m yawning now,
And my legs are tired.
I’m looking forward to supper,
A beer and then bed.
The shadows lengthen,
Along with my stride
On familiar tracks,
Along familiar tracks.
I’m heading for home,
Now,
I’m heading for home.
Mick Canning 
That’s a nice one, Mick. Home is what most travelers yearn after a few days!
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There always comes a point, doesn’t there Arv? Thanks!
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Certainly. It is only a matter of how many days or months?
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Love the sound of this poem…soothing
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Thanks.
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I enjoyed your poem, Mick. Very relaxed.
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Thanks, Robbie. That’s the idea.
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Something definitely to look forward to – dinner, a beer and bed! Nicely done.
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Thanks, Jan. Sounds good right now.
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I feel like walking along also and watched the sun going down. Great poem, Mick!
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Thanks, Miriam.
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You’re welcome, Mick!
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Sounds like the end of a satisfying day. Such days are great days. Well done.
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Thanks, Tric. Perfect ending, I think.
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I think Johnny Cash might have done ok, setting this to music. I like the photo, too, the black wall makes a nice zigzag, and dwindles down like a lesson in “perspective drawing”
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That’s a nice thought, Robert. I’ve got his voice in my head doing it, now! Thanks!
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NIce, Mick. Very nice.
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Thanks, Frank.
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Simple words do wonders.
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Thanks, yes. I think they usually work far better than trying to use more complex ones. They tend to make for clarity, for a start.
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No matter how wonderful the trip, there comes a time when all we want to do is head for home. Very good poem, Mick!
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Thanks, Ann. Yes, sooner or later.
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