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Trip

Traffic may be congested;
weather ahead in doubt,
preparation process tested,
with planning winning out.

The roadway is before me;
I don't know where it goes.
Each side glance echoes glory,
the cornflower and the rose.

Away from city traffic,
the open route and broad,
exploring geographic,
features, greatly awed.

How glad I was to travel,
moving as I learned,
seeing the land unravel,
my heart with wonder turned.

Though groping, stumbling a bit,
I sensed the light of day.
The end I do not know of it,
but there's wonder on the way.

11/05/2015 Carol Welch
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