He’s stopped for the night,
The wagon’s at rest;
The mules are tethered,
Their hay passed the test;
When the sun rises,
He’ll be on the road
Heading on westward—
Adventure’s his mode!
Photo and poem © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The wagon’s at rest;
The mules are tethered,
Their hay passed the test;
When the sun rises,
He’ll be on the road
Heading on westward—
Adventure’s his mode!
Photo and poem © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
![Ruby Tuesday 2]( https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNbpETVGGTjMlfLhgYZMu0XOtrjd7zf4J8Lg4xsTKmjHh5-l996Tx508u2RVZ8aLw9XILGFp0xhJUcVPd69sMs_IrP-e9urBfuvZ65Q-62wo2cvFSEWfNN6dlbXQKvFTx2SxwtdrOy94/s155/Anza-B19March2011203-1.jpg)