ROBERT LEADER
I wrote a lot of poetry during my travelling days and this is the one that seems to sum it all up and gave me the title for this blog.
THE FAR HORIZONS
There is always a far horizon
A city yet to be seen
Always a distant landmark
A pasture of promised green
Eternal the soft voice calling
Come here! Go there! Move on!
Endless the lost soul searching
For what it does not know
Endless the lost soul searching
For what it cannot tell
Perhaps its love, or faith or hope
Perhaps its death or hell
And always the call is urging,
Insistent, Sweet, sublime
Perhaps the answer is waiting
Beyond the coming mile
Just round the approaching corner
Or over the barrier hill
Perhaps the answer is waiting
The quest at last fulfilled
But no, the road is empty
Another hill bars the way
The secret of life is elusive
It dances afar and astray
And there is always a far horizon
A city yet to be seen
Always a distant landmark
A pasture of promised green.
The pictures are of the Himalayas, the Forbidden city of Old Peking,,the shore temple of the Sun God at Konarak, for centuries a sailor’s landmark, and finally an English pasture