I am a few days behind, but I will catch up. For day 5, here is a poem about nature.
As I round the bend, I know I am almost home.
Soft pines hang along the roadside,
In the spring they are covered in green,
The bridges that stretch out along the Hudson
I've crossed them thousands of times on my journeys.
The smell of the upstate air is a bit sweeter,
It seems to fit in place, a warm compliment.
Whether driving, flying, or arriving by train,
The night sky is one of my favorites.
I see Orion's belt, I see my sign; Taurus,
Maybe I don't think about it
I don't have to think; my senses tell me I'm home.