Here We Go

Tomorrow,
Off again we go.
Over mountain and plain we will drive,
Leaving so much behind,
gaining even more.

Home awaits us, ocean waves goodbye. (see what I did there?)

Sometimes a poet must use another, borrow some words, maybe a phrase.
We will go our fastest, my loves.  We will drive our best because awaiting us is you.
Thank you, Robert Frost, for saying what I cannot.

Miles to go before I sleep,

Miles to go,
before,
I,

sleep.