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Journeys

The Journey

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

It was the finest summer day
Along the path I made my way
And with the rising of the sun
My journey it had now begun

I walked by fields and rows of trees
I felt the cooling summer breeze
I crossed a stream on stepping stones
But at that time I stepped alone

I met some friends along the lane
Who greeted with a fine refrain
I said "I'm off to somewhere grand"
And so we formed a happy band

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