My journey
The sun, a flashlight running through the wood
As I drove to my far destination
Autumn removed the shade that shields my hood
From the blinding rays that cause frustration
Can last Summer's sun be so blinding cold
I'm traveling in search of comfort lost
Time has me chasing distant rays of gold
I must continue no matter the cost
Speed makes travel quicker than expected
But the distance traveled remains the same
No mater, the trip is unaffected
It does not matter what I overcame
Reaching this place of warmth brings that feeling
Of comfort here that I find appealing
Copyright 2016
Richard L Ratliff
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