Travel with me to places far away,
No calendars to follow each day.
And let the grass grow long at home,
As our legs wander and stroll and roam.
So much to see and so little time,
Such as art in museums sublime
Awaiting for us to see and admire.
Come, love, hurry, before we tire.
Written for the Three Things Challenge for December 28, 2018 by The Haunted Wordsmith: grass, leg, calendar. Still working on poetry writing.