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
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