I yearn to travel over land, 
Experiencing at first hand
The grasslands waving 'neath the sun 
With miles of golden grain as one
Large blanket laid out neat
In undulating fields of wheat.

I'd ride the rails from hill to vale
Until the moonrise waxes pale
Upon the cloudless nghttime sky,
Then rest as miles and miles slide by.

"...miles of golden grain as one large blanket laid out neat..."

What wonders will I gaze upon 
When sunrise blushes a new dawn?
Will snow clad mountains tower high
Caressing morning's ice blue sky 
That stretches far as eye can glance
Inviting eagles' mating dance?

I'd thrill to tumbling waterfalls
As wanderlust within me calls,
"Come;  rugged, rocky course invites
An artist to these mighty heights."

From town to village, ranch to farm
I'd soak up all this nation's charm,
To paint in pastel, oil, or gouache
Or  render in the carefree wash
Of  watercolor light and free, 
And carry it back home with me.

Where whales and dolphins ply the waves.
Where seals seek shelter in the caves
Formed by the water, wind and rain.
They splash away and back again 
And bark their harsh demanding calls
That echo on the dank, dark walls.

I'd stroll the dunes of golden sand
Where rolling surf meets constant land.
I'll set my easel up right there
To capture all these joys "plein air"

And then I'd sail the silver sea
With God's own glory over me;
Umbrella sky of sapphire hue
O'er steady ship, trustworthy, true
With cotton clouds to fill my day
And midnight stars to guide my way.

"To paint in pastel, oil, or gouache"

Oh! To travel port to port
And see the varied type and sort 
Of peoples dressed in native garb, or
Sense the pulse of foreign harbor.

From snowy bay to tropic clime
I'd see the sea before the time
I wend my way  back home again
To paint the things I'd seen, and then......
I will once more ready be
To trek the world by land and sea..