The Travelling Troubadours

The travellers wandered with word and song Along the banks of the river long, As each one chose their place to play, Peeling off from the crowns along the way. Stories told from near and far, Reflect in the river as she reaches the bar, Flowing from source to salty sea, The land’s life blood, veins eternally. Through every word, and note they strum, A new dimension in the river’s run, Revealed in rhythm and language rare, To travel along the sun baked air. The troubadours in modern form, Embracing hearts so kind and warm, Of the ones who listen, closing eyes, Or longing toward the cloud patched skies. Scents of autumn are creeping in Wind starts to rally leaves within, Yet still the sun shines on our band, Of happy journeyers passing o’er the land On margins wet and mud filled creeks, Birds wade knee deep and probe with beaks, The ecosystem in perfect harmony Preserve this for next generations to see.