The Traveller

How many roads have I travelled?
How many sights have I seen?
From the dust plains of the Nullabar
To Niagara's foaming gleam

The beautiful bay of Naples
As the sun rises over the hill
And one time a sunset in Cornwall
Which never ceases to thrill

The casino in Monte Carlo
In Gibralter, the apes on the rock
The Pyrenees in all of their splendour
Spanish ladies sat preening their locks

There are beautiful shores at Loch Lomond
And the Yorkshire Moors to delight
From the length and breadth of Britain
To the "Olde Worlde" Isle of Wight

From the Suez and the Red Sea
Aden, Nice and Marseille
Cairo, Port Said and Sorrento
Then back through the Bay of Biscay

Over across the Atlantic
Toronto, Quebec and New York
Buffalo, Detroit and New England
Then back flying high over Cork

Many a night when I'm tired
And trying to sleep in my bed
I think of the places we've been to
As memories revolve in my head

Brenda S. Warhurst

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