Poem 15 – The Wandering Bard

The wandering minstrel goes around and about
From village to village, town to town
If you want him to sing, all you need do is shout
And he’ll serenade you through ups and downs.
Traversing the world is a glamorous life
And he sees many things
From Rome to Vienna, Budapest to Fife
There he sees, and writes, and sings.

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