As His Travels Go Poem by Cee Bea

I ride into the day
Guns Blazing
shooting holes into
the Sky

When the smoke clears
the rain begins to fall
and a child appears
to take my hand

His eyes part
the tree's
Clearing a path
to River Green

'This is your home..
We have waited for you'

His eyes well
as he begins to sing

'Let my Father Find
the peace long left behind,
as his travels go
his Place will soon be shown'

The Stream is Silenced
the animals
Stare into me
and gather
Glad of my return

'I am dreaming'
I think to myself

The boy gently touches my face
looks into my eyes
turns to leave
singing again

'Let my Father Find
the peace long left behind
As his travels go
he found his way Back home'