To all the Travelers

Here’s to all the travelers.
The conveyers of the land.
The rest of us can but sit,
And survey what you have found.
Oh how I long to wander.
Across far and distant land.
To discover all the riches.
Between toes, to squash the sand.
To reach the peaks of mountains.
My face to wash with dew.
And the, when it’s all over,
To rejoice in all that’s new.

JNijs@2016

 

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