My Travels

Over the fruitful forests, I saw the trees I hoofed over sleet, slush, ice, rain n' snow On my any which way journeys Wandering kookily at the yearn of heaven's glow I bear on my back a bodily spirit flow Whilst traveling in tracks undreamed of In vasty wind depth visits, so To kiss the creator's old sod of soil ruff Many I saw, rip current ocean shores Sunny and clear, potshot rain sprees Great stones and rock on steepy cliff floors Umpteen alpine in the deep forest trees More than that, wild geese in clean blue air In elevation over n' under Heading home across the landscape fair Hasteningly, avoiding hunter and thunder In all my travels, I found no answers. Only wonder!