Traveling

I dreamed of traveling.
Didn’t you?
Over yonder mountains,
And miles of view.

How pleasant,
To look beyond,
The dirty stations,
And city bond.

A country train,
Fresh air and attack,
I’m going to Perth,
Don’t bring me back.

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“Traveling”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published: 
January 4th, 2004
Category: 
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