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In numerous travels 

Across the country 

Seeming endless hours 

Up and down the highways 

Long dark stretches of road 

Carrying their own sense of lonely 

Broken by the scattering of small towns

Bespotted with beckoning lights 

There is a vague sense of ease 

In the wavering flickering glow 

Something warm and inviting 

To chase away the lonely 

However, to me, it’s just another town 

I’m sure it has a name 

If I could remember the sign I passed 

I’m sure someone really loves this place 

To me, it’s just another town 

It’s just another set of lights 

It’s just a marking point 

On my way home 

My hometown name and distance 

Captured in my cars high beams 

Brings a special type of glow 

I’m coming home 

It’s a different kind of light 

The lights from home 

They carry a familiarity 

A warmth no other light can hold 

Just a few more miles 

Just over the next rise 

Just around the next curve 

There’s a place like no other 

My hands relax on the wheel 

My eyes sparkle with the light 

An unstoppable smile breaks out 

I’m almost home 

Suddenly I’m on familiar streets 

Making familiar turns 

Seeing recognizable sights 

My heart floods with joy 

Like every town or city 

We have our own set of problems 

We criticize and roast our politicians 

But, you’d better not speak against it

This is my home 

Not perfect 

Home

Not always right 

Home 

I’m home 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

September 22, 2021