Part Two - Intermission

 

Have Gun, Will Travel

 

My instruments and inks

All neatly compact

In bright shiny cases

Of silver and black

I wish to venture

Across this land I’ll roam

To come to some place

That I may call home

To push the ink

In skin and through screen

To brand new horizons

Places yet to be seen

To go and to see

And create as I go

And write all these words down

Of things that I know

To tramp across land

To familiar places

Different designs

Brand new faces

Until I am with my love

Then there, I’ll find home

Never to wander

No longer to roam