Almost Home J. M. Strother I know these hills, these valleys, Those old familiar trees. I know the house in yonder field, The smell upon the breeze. I know these roads I walk down now, The byways of my youth, My spirits rise as I approach That old familiar roof. And as I tread upon these feet, Which have seen many a weary mile, I see an old and familiar face That greets me with a smile. As I round the final curve in This path that I now roam, My heart swells in knowledge that I am almost home.

 
~jon
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