Locomotive metal abodes were comforting;
But their breaths stank,
Coupled with the road cavities;
They unsettled my insides.
So I retraced my steps;
Backwards down tar and gravel,
Taking with me a piece of the beaten tracks,
Till I crossed the threshold and felt;
Earth beneath my feet.
Laughing,I built shelter;
Equipped to meet my needs,
Right there in nature’s bossom,
My insides were rejuvenated,
And both realities served me well.
Abba's Gail 