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It ends as it began
With a feeling of unknowing
We scatter on the wind to begin,reconvene
Old lives,new lives,families and familiar fossils
Of life before
Like those amateur archaeologists who searched
for the lost city
We discover New York,Los Angeles,Dublin,Tahoe
And the other places misplaced to us
For we have been everywhere but home.

We have seen the U.S. from end to end
It’s hard time during the war and after
Canada froze and blew upon us first
Then opened warmly later on;

The shores of Norway were our door
To a Europe vast and changing fast
We played in a golf ball in Stockholm,Sweden
And drank it all in at an Opera House cafe
Our friends and families waited in England
Where Yanks got a taste of their distant past
The violence of Scotland’s nighttime lairs
Could not negate it’s beauty fair
In Belfast smiles in turmoil shone
Our first trip to a changing war-like zone
In Dublin we were gratefully stranded
With laser guns and flowers many.

On to France with mowable walls,
Roman ruins,dust upon us all
In Germany we scanned the winding Rhine
But rain kept us from the other riverside
Danish mud and Tivoli’s treats
We walked Copenhagen’s cobbled streets
In Belgium we saw lace galore
And”a million bottles floating”in the air

Holland’s knack for everyone’s fancy
Emptied many pockets,filled many heads
We invaded a town in the Austrian Alps
And without a rasta,the show went on
You would think that culture was Italy’s thing
But portable jungles was what the crew clung on to
When in Geneva you must buy a watch
(I would have traded it for more roof