Journey

 

(Picture Credit - John Falter on Smithsonian Postalmuseums)

Wispy wheat fields wave in the wind

As the train chugs through

Along the track of Life that circles

To bring you back where you began.

 

They say The Journey is the thing:

Meandering through river cut valleys

Between towering mountains.

Rivers running down to endless ocean

That drowns our globe

We call the Earth.

 

Kids wave from the windows of that train

A custom of love for fellow humankind.

All aboard are full of hopes and dreams

And fears

Anticipating all manner of things

At their destination for the day.

 

Many have gone to the seaside this way,

While others have travelled for work

Or even a new life.

Our ancients may have been nomads

And modern folk too must sometimes journey.

There’s no place like home,

But first you have to get there.

Go safely everyone.

 

Paul Butters

 

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