16 on the Trip - Ph8

When the open sky meets the trail

When the restless wind blows on the sail

My listless leaves will flutter fall

When the horizon’s beckon calls

The road is wide, the passage free

The trip goes on and on endlessly

Through all the ways to no return

Should I stumble, I may learn

Stitch a patch upon my pack

Hoist the sac upon my back

With my staff and one good eye

I may laugh and I may cry

The road is wide, the passage free

The trip goes on and on endlessly…