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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525449" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homeward Bound</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m going home tomorrow <br>by the cold grey light of dawn.<br>On my motorbike tomorrow <br>if I can beat the stirring storm.<br>Down cold long straights of asphalt <br>until mystique mountain pass.<br>I’m going home tomorrow<br>I’m homeward bound a last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind! It whistles through me <br>icicle stabbing chilling cords <br>it plays along sprung spine.<br>Cheeks like glazed ice <br>nose numb and blue <br>from frigid mountain air.<br>Crisp and fresh this morning <br>this newborn winter’s day.<br>The stillness frozen <br>to a depth beyond mute ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swerving round razored corners <br>leaning into wicked bends <br>picking off cramped cars<br>I’m glad that I’m not in.<br>Ice on the road now <br>black ice up ahead <br>just one mistake now <br>and I could be dead.<br>Riding on my luck <br>steadily slowing down <br>it’s my experiential skill alone <br>that kept me off cruel ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hawk soars above me <br>she guides me on my way <br>white clouds puffed around her<br>in honour of this day.<br>The white lines race toward me <br>the fence posts flash on past <br>the crunch of gravel under tyres<br>I’m homeward bound at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
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by the cold grey light of dawn.
On my motorbike tomorrow 
if I can beat the stirring storm.
Down cold long straights of asphalt 
until mystique mountain pass.
I’m going home tomorrow
I’m homeward bound a last.

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