Ear Wane

The journey gets lonely with no one to talk to Needing yesterdays that are a joy to look back on Piled so high their looming shadow teeters The cairnstone words and rhyme trees blazed Are made to ease others journey jeeters Toward cloud painted sunsets on sky stormy seas Ever is travel bettered with awakened senses Stroking scented winds of change are timely spent As Nature slaps the backs of some in hearty greeting Seasoned travellers nod hello to they who pause to scent But no buts the game's afoot the daylight's burning yonder Don't miss a thing relax and sing there's always Spring To make the heart grow fonder and let a poet ponder On what could be beyond her