Carry On
The land in form of fields: corn, wheat, tobacco, soybeans.
With a sigh I know I'm not likely to live here. Middle-aged now, nearly, for the first time
I feel the pull of home.
Home in the early summer heat, trees, old stories and ruminations.
I've been gone now so long from home.
What could I do now
but carry on?
Happy Hour -- Anthony Benton Gude
Endless Highway -- Bob Dylan
The land in form of fields: corn, wheat, tobacco, soybeans.
With a sigh I know I'm not likely to live here. Middle-aged now, nearly, for the first time
I feel the pull of home.
Home in the early summer heat, trees, old stories and ruminations.
I've been gone now so long from home.
What could I do now
but carry on?
Happy Hour -- Anthony Benton Gude
Endless Highway -- Bob Dylan
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