I never count my steps as I pass
Along the churchyard path.
Though as I have past
By faded old gravestones
And seen the churchyard trees
Bare of summer’s leaves,
I have known all steps lead me home.
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K Morris - Poet 
Very nice!
Thank you Liz! This came to me today as I walked through the churchyard close to my home.
You’re welcome, Kevin!
Indeed, coming home is the best feeling.
Indeed coming home is frequently the best feeling. But I sometimes think we have 2 homes. The womb, and then our final home in the tomb.
Oh dear! And we rush from one to the other!