Heartstrings, Dreamsongs: A Book of Poetry

Sore Foot Wanderer

I've gone so many places,

I'm a wanderer my dear.

Have no worries for these aching feet,

for I have plenty of fear.

I will carry the both of us,

you need not fret.

I may tell you a story,

We may have already met.

There's only one thing for certain,

I'll be shy as can be.

All that I really want to say,

Is please, thank you, and accept me.