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Wending Way Home

Wending way home,

Escaped the smoke.

Tightly packed terraces,

Give way to green;

And relief seeps into being.

For the first time today,

I notice blue skies,

That flash by,

As the train,

Picks up rhythmic speed.

The buildings give way,

And now there’s nature,

Rolling hills & fields,

Rushing passed,

My careworn eyes.

Finally familiar sights,

Of known comfort,

Slow into view.

Pressure’s lost,

At days end.

Homeward Bound – Simon & Garfunkel

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