they talk about roads not taken
but there are roads took
choices made
that lead here
so very far from home
and home is where you go
when there’s no place left
to run
a familiar landscape
under a familiar sun
they talk about roads not taken
but there are roads took
choices made
that lead here
so very far from home
and home is where you go
when there’s no place left
to run
a familiar landscape
under a familiar sun
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Sure, Leonard. ‘Familiar landscape’ is familiar to us. 🙂
It should be.
Yes, the familiar landscape with its rhythms and rituals. I’m curious how your move to Istanbul went/is going, and if you are settling into a familiar landscape. Wishing you a pleasant weekend.
Thanks for asking. Yes, it is going well. I like the university, my staff, the challenge. And I love being back in my old neighborhood. Even the cat is adjusting finally.
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lovely poetry my friend – how it easily resonates
Thank you.
It’s timely for me to see your words about the roads took. I have been sorrowful being home and missing the wide open spaces travel gives without taking pleasure in what I have just done and the places I have been. Today I will try to celebrate my roads took.
Enjoy your celebration of those roads.
I quite like this poem! TY!
Glad you do.