Traveler

Traveler

I know parts of this nation

On its roads and highways

In some shaded forests

The paths were not beaten

Except by me often alone

This desire to move there

Here and there any there

Is strongest when movement

Is no longer possible

When age’s match just smokes

Roads rattle me even on trips

To get groceries from a store

Just a short mile away

Then the urge to go farther

Belittles these baby steps

I think of South Dakota

Where I was born

Only to leave over issues

Cloudy and full of lightning

Prairie worms easily pass

Surprised as the flash

Strikes the far hills

Ì dream of riding that

Stalk of light and noise

In it's short and sudden life

Barry G. Wick