A Journey

In the fog, odyssey
A cheerful adventurer 
Free to be
In dampish autumn weather
Hikes into the hills 
Awesome and deep
Watching the leafage sweep
Whilst song birds spill
Into the alone to peep
The only other sound --the break
Of distant waves and warblers awake
The air is raw, with a cold whisper
Many miles to go before any sleep 
When sweet dreams come cheap
To a crusading journeyer 
Who has promises to keep

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