We Were Foreigners

We were foreigners

We explored the river beds
Panning gold with diamond plates
Ran rapid through the rapids
Riding clouds from place to place
Drinking ale and smoking bales
From the field in which we rest
And The air was so clean
We felt it purify our chests

Where the plains came to end
Another ocean did began
So we hoisted up the sails
And blew caution to the wind

We were foreigners, we were tourists
In a land of many rains
In a world of many oceans,
and an abundance of terrains

Where we travel, where we roam
We will never be alone
We were foreigners,
making foreign lands our home.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has a flow to the write... the exploration from place to place... the trip takes you as a reader... the repeating line:

We were foreigners

exhibits a passion for the travel... and keeps at you as you read to the ending...