Many travellers write poetry. There is something about the open road, and living close to nature, that inspires it.
I don't claim to be a great poet, but you might enjoy this. It gives an insight into the lure of the travelling life.
TRAVELER'S HEAVEN
We do not dream
Like the Settled People.
We dream of rolling hills
The perfect tober
Where fish fill the rivers
The grass is always soft underfoot
And the weather is always mild.
There is no end to the storytelling
And the company is good
Around the campfire.
Travelers dream
Of shelter and comfort
Not the heavenly mansions
Of the Settled People.
Gail Kavanagh
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