Bon Voyage
It was the worst kind of summer day
You said our path was not your way
You had roads to travel, places to roam
You couldn’t be tied down here at home
So off you went, backpack in hand
To travel and explore distant lands
Copyright © Kristie Raburn | Year Posted 2019
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