From one end to another
from lively dawn to the dying dusk
until the moon comes up
and the wind settles down
when the birds come back to roost
I am on the road again…
Towards my home one step at a time
and the front-porch light is in sight.

Across the rolling meadows
surmounting the rocky terrains
negotiating the rough waters
until the sun rises and wearily sets
I am on the road again
heading back home on the prairie.