Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candelelight, still shining bright,
Through the sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
7,473 miles. The last 600 the longest! And under budget.
We had a great time and learned much, much, much!
We're ready to stay home for a while, catch up on all the work around the house, yard and garden; see all our friends; start sewing again; and all the rest of the activities. But, most of all...to see the grandkids. Not until tomorrow.
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