The World Traveler
Galloping off on my charging steed,
I travel far and wide
From his back I see the world pass by,
and all the people wave.
And then I go across the seas to deepest Africa:
safari hunter now am I.
I've caught and tamed this tiger wild;
he'll carry me anywhere.
To far shores I'll travel, and lay claim to every beast
(they wait for me to ride).
For I am a master of animals all:
the world is my sitting room.
Perchance an Ostrich I'll astride;
(what an odd and bumpy gait!)
Or maybe I'll try the pussy-cat here--
the one who's caught a fish.
Round and round the world I go, carried aboard
the willing backs of all the beasts that live.
From up on my perch, the people look small,
and I am the one in charge.
I'm off on my travels, and my mother is bidding
a tearful farewell.
But I am brave and I am bold; I don't even cast a backward look
as I travel around and 'round again.
What music is this? Pomp and royal--
a tribute to me--the King!
And off I go with head held high,
reviewing my subjects below.
Suddenly though, the music fades,
and the world
begins to slow.
And then it stops.
My reverie ends:
I climb sadly down from the carousel.
© C. Elizabeth Carl 9-19-9-88
© rev. C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias 5-5-2010
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