Far From Home

Far From Home

All day long we’ve walked, my little boy so fretful, turning in my arms to stare behind us, back along that dusty road.   It’s as if he hears a distant sound, he’s listening, it seems, but much too young to know the dreadful things we’ve heard.   Now it’s...
Where now?

Where now?

My road calls me, lures me West, east, south and north; Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth.   To add more miles to the tally Of grey miles left behind, In quest of that one beauty God put me here to find.   John Masefield...