Anxious to know the sphere on wich we stand
with every downward stroke exploring the glorious land
A thin barrier to thwart the tempest steady onward go
thorns, thistles, and demon dogs present as his foe
Arise and gaze at what the sunrise will bring
starting the day with the birds that sing
Ten miles behind or ten clicks ahead
the amber glow of dusk to find a spot for a bed
Endowed with a soft breeze to cool the brow
a few miles more to journey for now
As the blanket of darkness reveals it's celestial veil
a pause for reflection, and time to sing the tale
Mark Greenwood
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