A Traveler's Tale

I saw him bending

Over a sickle,

Against the wind

That was fickle.

 

He was humming

Underneath the Amarillo sky,

Without a care

Yet, to defy.

 

His tattered suit

Portrayed the tales,

Of unspoken pains

And a pail of gains.

 

Brown and golden

The messy locks,

Fenced his face

Hence, I had to knock.

 

Ahoy!

I hollered to the stranger.

To capitulate,

And spend a bit of my time there.

 

Startled, he looked.

Waving his hands,

Directed me,

To head towards the brook.

 

I rested.

Yet, needed to be nested.

For, my strength was busted,

Thus, he gladly hosted.

A battered nook,

By the fire,

Helped me cheer- up,

My lire. 

 

Country ale, made me sail,

I went on with my tale.

Happy supper with loads of laughter

Off we went, chitter-chatter.

 

The sky was clear, almost near,

All seemed to be so dear.

Warm hosts, and a cosy lair,

The best buddy of a wanderer.