A Traveling Man

      A Traveling Man

Well, I’m a traveling man.

I have been to many lands.

I travel like the common man.

On back roads wherever I can.

Mexico is a beautiful place.

Common folk have what it takes.

Life there can be rough.

The people don’t have much stuff.

They earn their living with their hands.

Putting in a hard days work is their plan.

In Finland it is often cold.

The people there live to be old.

They like saunas & healthful living.

Their heart is right & very giving.

Life is tough there in the winters.

Reindeer herds to tend hinders

time to play much winter sports.

They keep busy even so, of course.

Spain is a beautiful country.

People are happy. There are plenty.

They raise grapes and other produce.

They even have chickens and a goose.

They are a lot like Mexico.

Yet, more aristocratic, you know.

Italy is a country that loves food.

Their heritage puts you in the mood.

Every wife can cook like a chef.

The kids can cook while still home yet.

They also like their wines.

They have some around all the time.

France is the place with wines to show.

They claim the best wines, you know.

Cooking is a big number there too.

French food is so rich it’s sure to fill you.

England swings like a pendulum do.

Children on bicycles two by two.

Their cooking is not their fame.

Many claim royalty with their name.

Yet the common folk are like anywhere.

No matter what, they really care.

They like their tea and crumpets.

When royalty comes they blow trumpets.

Through my travels I’ve found one thing.

Aside from culture, one thing does ring.

Common folk everywhere

are human and they care.

I guess God made us that way.

Looks like man is here to stay.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

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