Wayfinder
I know where we’re going, trust me,
All the signs are showing thusly –
Follow me, I have the knowing
Of the way like nobody.
For I know where the cows are lowing,
I know where the crows are crowing,
I know where no debts are owing,
And the air is free.
Where the stream is flowing fleetly,
Where the wind is blowing sweetly,
And the strings are softly bowing –
That is where we need to be.
So nevermind how much it’s snowing,
Soon we shall be warm and glowing –
For, despite our to-and-fro-ing,
Still our stars agree.
Though it seems we’re slowing quickly,
And our path is growing prickly,
Still we have to keep on rowing,
Or we’ll wash back out to sea.
So let’s keep on this line we’re toeing
Let’s not think of overthrowing –
Soon we’ll reap the steps we’re sowing,
Home in time for tea.
Rhyming Couplets 