I Travel Light

I'm not running races but like most people, I'm going places. I've been gone too long; so I'm coming home from many places. I go away for a while, and then I roam; but I always come back home. I don't take heavy loads of unnecessary cloths when I hit the road. No, it's just me, a small suit case and a back pack, cause I travel light. I drive a fast car with a big V 8 engine, and take nothing to slow me down.* Those big tires and high powered engine making a fuss are heavy enough. From the Pacific, it's terrific across the Rockies to the big mid western city. From Chicago to the Big Apple in the summer time, I'm travelling fast and light. My fast driving is within the limits of the law, because I respect the highway rules. I like going to and coming from places, but I don't like planes, and trains are too slow. My car is old and bold, and when it's time to go, it never folds on me if we travel light. From New York City in broad day light, to the bottom of New Orleans at the Gulf of Mexico; I then head west back toward the Pacific where the eagles build their nest and the sun always sets. For me, west is best because home is there; and home is where we find the sweetest rest. There's a story about you and me that only we can write. Part of that story is the light that God shines on us, and no one feels that light shinning on us more than us. Home is where our story begins, and no matter where we've been, home is where our story ends. So travel heavy or travel light, near or far, by plane or by train, by bus or by car, you'll see like me, there's no place like home. Home is always there waiting for me; and no matter how long I'm been gone or how far I may have roamed, I can always count on home. 09192017 PS Contest, Travelling Light, K.M. Neumann *Fiction