From The Seattle Star, December 23, 1912. By Berton Braley. It’s lots of fun to travel Around from place to place, To watch the road unravel, The country change its face; It’s fun to be a rover, A pilgrim, now and then, But when the journey’s over I’m glad I’m home again. To visit friends is pleasure Wherever they may be; Such joys I always treasure And hold in memory. And yet—somehow—why is it? No matter where I’ve been, When finished is my visit I’m glad I’m home again. Home, where I can be selfish And lazy-like as well, Withdraw like any shellfish Within my comfy shell To shun the wide world’s tourney And loaf around my den— I’ve had a pleasant journey. I’m glad I’m home again.