A peddlers travel

Written by: christie mills

The wind may blow from east to west. 
A tattered vest across your chest. 
His legs do carry him as far as they may go.
The clouds a vision of objects; Reflecting in your mind.
The days are long and weary, But your life is pressed for time.
Travel on frail peddler; As far as your legs may go.
Dare to live your hopes, your dreams, to fill your heart and soul.