Travel: By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Many of us are born with a wandering soul. Β That insatiable desire to always see what is pastΒ the next mountain peak or what potential beauty awaits around the next bend of the river, drives one’s life. Β Some may view these dreamers to never be satisfied or unable to “settle” in one place, but I see them as entrepreneurs, explorers, and kindred spirits.

This poem is for them:

Travel Poem

~Aimee

Cover Painting by Ray Ottulich

Poem Painting: The Old Railroad Bridge by Leslie White

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