Traveller's Poem

Standing on the shores of the Hudson Bay,

I found a ghost

With one good song and nothing else to say.

I turned left long ago, and lost my way.

With no host,

I’m standing on the shores of the Hudson Bay.

I listen to the ghost and resign to stay.

No pride or boast,

But one good song and nothing else to say

Lures my soul.  I am but clay.

Wounds not closed,

I’m standing on the shores of the Hudson Bay

Stone in hand, ready to obey,

But hear this ghost

With one good song with nothing else to say.

Now with one good song and nothing else to say,

I’ll stand on the shores of the Hudson Bay.

I’m standing on the shores of the Hudson Bay

with one good song and nothing else to say.