Thursday, May 04, 2006

Go Gently, Beloved Sister


TRAVELLER'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.
Traveller’s dream
Of shelter and comfort
Not the heavenly mansions
Of the Settled People.

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