Whenever I'm traveling from Vermont to anywhere
I never take for granted that things will go as planned
So before I even leave the drive I say a prayer
For the ancestors' blessing of car, home and land,
To keep us safe to and from our destination
To please watch over our place while we are gone.
How sad the house looks, like a Pixar animation!
The forest too will miss us. Bless the lawn.
Our home doesn't end as far as I can see;
The hills, and valleys follow to the line
Across which there may be realty
But reality is increasingly hard to find.
Our home is where we 're planted, where we stay;
Anywhere but there is always far away.
