Traveling Home

“It’s a long way from home, but still I walk. Awaking early to watch the sun rise above thousands of trees is always refreshing.
Gathering what belongings I have I say a prayer and move on to the next spot for my head to lay.
I’m longing for home. Too many years have passed since I’ve seen the green fields I used to roam and know so well.
Yesterday I passed a drifter and he asked me where I was headed, I said, “Home. To the beautiful prairies west of here.”
He hung his head low and said he had no home. A smile came to his eye though when he said the road was his home.
We swapped stories and spoke of our travels. Sharing each others thoughts on this fast paced world and what life could throw at a person.
His current voyage was to the far East of here. The big cities, crowds of people, and bright lights.
The elusive man that I was wanted to tell him to travel elsewhere, away from the masses and noise. But you can’t do that. Even if said, the passion for adventure and travel will simply drag a person to wherever.
His traveling was home and my traveling lead home.
We said our goodbyes and walked in opposite directions. . .

Another sunrise warms my bones. I’m sitting with a cup of campfire coffee and a happy soul. Tomorrow is the day that I’ll walk in freedom filled pastures and golden skies. Tomorrow, I’ll be home.”