Travel Light
Day and night, I trip time while crossing datelines.
Slicing between stars, my ride purrs with speed turbines.
To Walden’s Pond, I frequently, eagerly go
for chats with my hero, the first hippy, Thoreau.
I journey to philosophize with Abe Lincoln
who inspires me with his profound, wise opinions.
Endless destinations light my fertile, bright mind.
Each person or place, my traveling ways will find.
I do not believe God, my Father, is bitter
that I trekked far to kill a real young Hitler.
I rushed my yell to tell Native Americans,
unite tribe might to defeat white-greed veterans.
That past and future melds are firm in my grip,
I take no suitcase for private day travel trips.
Seeing John Lennon sates my rock n’ roll dream whim -
always I bring warning attempts to leave with him.
With sway, I journey to stay with Helen Keller
And talk of all her accomplishments, so stellar!
Inside my wander-compass, wanderings commune
to gift my roaming feet a light trippy-travel, tune.
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