Poetry spews forth!

Wide Open Spaces

By Kevin H Robnett

There’s a speed that I must travel,

     to keep from falling over.

There’s a speed that I must travel,

     so I’m no longer sliding back.

There’s a speed that I must travel,

     to keep me moving forward.

Though I’m running, riding, flying fast,

     I’m committed to this track.

 

There’s a road that I must travel,

    ’cause it’s all about the journey.

There’s a road that I must travel,

     as far as I can see.

There’s a road that I must travel,

     though it’s forked and bent and twisted.

At the crossroads of my roaming,

     I’ll choose the path for me.

 

At the end of all my wandering,

     I can stop and rest a minute.

At the end of all my walking,

     I will build for me a home.

At the end of all my journeys,

     through this world and all that’s in it,

I’ll know I’ll have a story

     I can call my very own.