Sometimes you just want to hop on
That
Harley and head off to nowhere
With
no given plans,
Or
leap on a slow-rolling freight train
To
hide and ride thousands of miles
Across
vast open lands.
A
countryside long and wide
Ocean
to ocean, border to boundary
To
mountainside,
City
to forest to desert and canyon
From
dawn’s maiden brilliance to eventide.
You
may fly through bright clouds
Laying
claim to her wonders,
Drive
her highways and byways in every detail,
View
her marvels and monuments,
Forests
and foundries,
Follow
her mysteries
Down
every trail.
Whether
by train or plane, auto or boat,
No
matter how long or how far you may roam
Across
this great land, in all of its splendor,
One
thing is certain:
There
is nowhere like home.
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