Travellers Whom We Met by Ivan Donn Carswell
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in your mind.
We've travelled here before you know And had this conversation yet We learned a way to ask for more Than empty signposts that we met.
Of travellers whom we met And journeys we have done And twists and turns and choices yet Beneath a never setting sun.
The sun we followed drew us on And nights were filled with endless fun And youthful folly not beset Before our travels could be done.
Our lives segued and flourished when We strolled through amber dreams Whose rhythms were recorded in Our vibrant, pulsing veins.
Of travellers whom we met And journeys we have done And twists and turns and choices yet Beneath a never setting sun.
Now we sing our joyful song To harmonise with voices set In stones beside the roadside of The travellers whom we met.
Of travellers whom we met And journeys we have done And twists and turns and choices yet Beneath a never setting sun. © I.D. Carswell Peachester, September 2004
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