by Jesse Coghill
Poet farmer from Jordan

Roads lead to exotic places,
Different scenery, strange new faces,
But the best road I've been shown
Is the road that leads me home.
I've traveled near, I've traveled far,
I've gone by plane, by train, and car.
I've been to Paris, London, Rome,
But the only road that interests me
Is the road that leads me home,
For home is where the heart is,
Where loved ones greet you at the door,
The warm glow of a fireplace,
Your dog stretched out upon the floor
So, folks, I'll simply stay right here.
There is no need for me to roam
Because the road right past my door
Is the road that leads me home.