Kaleidoscope
The seasons on the highway
Are different than those at
home
We see them through a
kaleidoscope
Of glass and steel and chrome
The view beyond the window
Depends on where we roam
But never will the seasons look
The same as those at home
The kaleidoscopes swirl of
colored light
Is the world of our daily grind
While home is the world of
family
Where we safely leave our
loved ones behind
It really doesn’t matter where
the highway may lead
Home is never very far from
our mind
And so with our hearts and
home so deeply entwined
Is it any wonder that visions of
home
Are without a doubt our
favorite kind
©Annette Keller
05/2005
Copyright © Annette Keller | Year Posted 2013
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