The Traveler

My Cruiser of Dreams is carrying me Down the big river and out to the sea. Where ever I go, my boat knows the way. I might sail to China or even Bombay. National Geographics I've piled to the sky. I'll climb them and catch a big cloud passing by. All of my books are stacked by my side. As I open each page, I take a new ride. Someone has brought the Arctics to me, And all their wild beauty I'm privileged to see. I might go by train or by motor car, I made need an aeroplane to travel so far. I explore the jungles, the deserts and plains. I can travel through storms or in heat and in rains. The way may be dangerous, but I can go there While I sit in the comfort of my easy chair. By: Joyce