The Traveller

The traveller's morning starts early With crisp and clear intent Way before the sun is shaken Both be with the birds awake The traveller's plan stays open No clear direction can be set Each day will pass more slowly With every moment savoured The traveller's journey is not counted It is not distance that ascertains The mindset is of more importance Than the miles covered or claimed The traveller's heart is willing To all things, people and ways Behind is left misconception Replaced with a love of each place The traveller's evening ends later Many thought to log, to record As a day traveller spends travelling Is a day spent never to forget