by JACK LOCKE
(Published in VIA destinations magazine, Aug. 2011)
How far have I travelled? Yet, I am home
Life’s short road intersects with soft pillow
No matter the where, my comfort will come.
In every city, every town there are some
I left Calgary when future grew fallow
How far have I travelled? Yet, I am home.
In every village hides conflict and crime
Allowing much poverty to follow
No matter the where, my comfort will come.
Troubles, I have only myself to blame
To cast fault is shameful and shallow
How far have I travelled? Yet, I am home.
As I search for square of blackest loam
In which to plant potatoes to swallow
No matter the where, my comfort will come.
In every ville there is harmony and rhyme
In every face there’s sunshine of Apollo
How far have I travelled? Yet, I am home,
No matter the where, my comfort will come.