And there, there squinting into dawns early light
Heart pounding out a staccato beat
Reverberating through the dense oaks
The acrid smell of mildewed leaves rising with every footstep
The feel of the moist air, already turning to steam with the suns first rays
There, there he stood encircled in an endless universe of the mind
Over the next hill was home
And if his frail body would not carry him into that near sunrise,
His mind and heart already had.
He was Home and would rest in the bosom of the land he loved. JD