I travel and travel on.
Straight roads
And winding roads.
Flying.
Driving.
Crawling.
On the chaos of the main roads
To the quiet of dirt and narrow foot trodden
Routes.
Finding myself
On the game trails between
Birch and pine.
It comes to pass
Once again,
No trail
Before me.
Roaming on.
I am home.
And roaming on I will go
For everywhere
Is home.
Chole Into Diamonds 
For everywhere is home, how beautiful. What a feeling and prose….it’s pure.
That is very kind of you to say. Thank you 😊
I relate to this – love it
It is nice to know it resonates with you as well😊thank you!
You’re welcome