Why won't you travel some more!

Backpack strapped shoulders sway

Beside, the campfire smoulders away

Remnants of music still play

Inside my mind on replay! 

Witness the night sky receding above

as the dawn leisurely lights the cove

Boots plod the dirt below 

amongst scent wafted ginger lily yellow

Memories amass, like a crown of sycamore

photographic, reminiscent furthermore 

Mirth is waiting to be explored

Why won't you travel some more!