Jaz Laverick - Traveler's Tale
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Through deep oaken valleys
In dark mountain passes
Cross river and lake and occasional straight
My feet love the water,
The kneehigh wild grasses
Man made cobble stone is not up to my gate

I tread the wild places
cnd know the rock landing
The hunting trail, country road, highway and track
I climb the cliff faces
My world ever standing
On earthen made floor from the countryside back

I sleep under starlight
In breath catching heather
Or sometimes I rest in the deep forest nooks
The burrows and bracken
In rain or cloud weather
The fallen leaf tresses a roof in my crooks

My wandering ways lead
To clearings of hallow
The hill is my country the road is my home
The forest and woodland's
The green pasture fallow
I find ever peace when the further I roam.

I am the rough weather
c soft trodden route
The trail to the backlands, the marchland, the glade
I am the cool water
The crickling spout
That travels the lost ways through undergrowth shade

Someday you may meet me
In the gold field of grain
ccross the cold deserts or shoreline by night
On sloping wild hilllands
The rooted old by lane
That know the forgotten and carry the right.

cnd when our paths crossing
Our eyes meet and catching
Greet me with a smile and the nod of a friend
For I will know dwellings
cnd they know my singings
This traveler's tale from beginning to end.