The Traveller

::The Traveller: Poem:: I know an old man Who likes sitting by the streets Ragged he was And always smiling too People called him a lunatic But this man I say is wise Knowledge, understanding he got it all He told me stories of brave men Of great tribes on the mountains and hills Of a land where women laughed when they dance Of green fields of vast lands I've listened to him with great attention And I found that... This ragged and dirty old man Is truly wise and learned The traveller is wiser...