The Traveler
by Mike Blake
He came from his dreams and hugged a man
Saw with sympathy
His troubled brethren
Saw us doing what we can.
He heard the singer in the show
Telling us it was touch and go.
A well-placed spotlight caught the spangles;
Some said he danced like old Bojangles.
He came into town the other day
And was told he better go and pray
For it wasn’t any better here,
There was still the same old fear.
He saw the people gathered in the square,
Reminding him of the county fair.
All had been blessed with that morning’s prayer:
See the young maiden with flowers in her hair
See the laughing kids without a care.
He left the party and hit the highway.
Someone leaned out a window, said:
Going my way?
He smiled and hopped in the truck
Knowing he hadn’t yet run out of luck.
March 24th, 2006 at 4:31 pm
Superb!!!
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