The Sojourner

I’ve laced up on my shoes.

The Sojourner 

I’ve laced up on my shoes.
I’m going out for a walk.
I’ll learn how to listen, 
and to I wait to talk.

From the Canadian border
to the Rio Grand.
When see me coming
please shake my hand.

That western woods
that breathes in the sea
and out in the plains
where horses run free.

The back roads 
pat them golden fields
where hardened folk  …