Buffaloes Roam:

When my short-lived Vacation is over
My precious time under the Sun is done,
I'll take with me a lot of shared moments
The sights and sounds my travels have spun.

All the carry-on luggage that I'm dragging
Has been nothing but weighing me down,
Will now be lifted gently from my shoulders
That very second my feet leave the ground.

For all my sheer wonders will be left behind
Those exact things that crossed off my days,
That journey of which only I have transpired
Those footprints that mark my merry ways.

So as I leave my timeshare in the dust
My Vacation home away from Home,
For I'm going home, home on the range
Where the buffaloes are known to roam.