letter poem

Dear Traveler, 

where has the dusty path led the weary soul today?

to worlds unknown? To pristine vistas and windblown tundras? 

perfectly imperfect, limited only by the imagination, and the tread of your boots. 

when your eyes close, dreams knock, and lead to places unimaginable. contine your journey. enjoy the path you create yourself...

 sincerely, 

a wanderer