The nomad soul
(a kyrielle)
I wandered over the mountains
far
To visit lands as yet unseen
Places that I could reach by car
And
where I could say that I had been.
Small hamlets nestled
in the woods
Pretty cottages lying side by side
Shops selling pretty local
goods
That I could buy to show I'd been
Along the banks of meandering
brooks
Which burbled happily by the road
The sounds of birds, quite often
rooks
Echoes of places that I had been.
And when day drew at last
to an end
I recalled all the pretty sights I'd seen
As I came around the
final bend
Treasured memories of where I'd been.