Saddle soap-Benjamin Moore-2110-30
The cobbler works the
old worn soles with ease.
He thinks of the
people who let their soles carry them to foreign lands.
Travelling as they
please.
Through the sands of
time we’ll travel
In the desert
watching caravans go by
Seeing ancient myths
unravel
The camels lit in the
sun
By each and every ray
The cobbler works the
old worn soles with ease.
He thinks of the
people who let their soles carry them to foreign lands.
Travelling as they
please.
Out to sea the
fisherman goes
Waiting for his catch
He knows the sea like
the back of his hand
He respects it and
takes only what he needs
He knows no man can
be more powerful
Than the waves from
the deep
For it is mighty
No man could be its match
The cobbler works the
old worn soles with ease.
He thinks of the
people who let their soles carry them to foreign lands.
Travelling as they
please.
Into distant jungles
Forests thick with
underbrush
The constant hum of
crickets
In the day they seem
to hush
Parrots squawk and
capuchins swing
On their vines
effortlessly
The howler’s yawps
echo off the jungle leaves
To my ears like
thundering
The cobbler works the
old worn soles with ease.
He thinks of the
people who let their soles carry them to foreign lands.
Travelling as they
please.
Standing by a
majestic oak
In its shade, so
sweet it is
In the shadow of a
giant
Oh what it evokes
I stand before a
pillar
A monument to nature
No photograph
Could ever capture
There it stands so
still
Waiting in a pasture
The cobbler works the old worn soles with
ease.
He thinks of the
people who let their soles carry them to foreign lands.
Travelling as they
please.
In all the different
countries
Holidays galore
Celebrations
definitely aren’t rare
They party until
daybreak
The festive spirits
over there
The
streets are decked with reefs decorated with merry leaves
This is so very
jovial
On all kinds of
different eves
The cobbler works the
old worn soles with ease.
He thinks of the
people who let their soles carry them to foreign lands.
Travelling as they
please.
Glowing off into the
night lights from cities shine so bright
Bring a luminescence
to life
All is calm since
dusk
Even with the
nightlife not a single sound of strife
The cobbler works the
old worn soles with ease.
He thinks of the
people who let their soles carry them to foreign lands.
Travelling as they
please.
Into a forest at dawn
when all is quiet
When all holds its
breath as the sunrise approaches
All seems frozen like
the world has stopped in its tracks
The wind blows, the
trees are umbrellas shading over all
Before the day has
started they sway
Before life has taken
course
They wave from side
to side, saying hello to the waking hours
When all the animals
come out to greet the day
And sniff the morning
air
They do not fear for
danger
For life is calm and
is a glassy lake
Clear, an untouched
sheet of water
It looks like it is
frozen over
But once the wind
blows
The leaves and pine
needles fall
Onto the lake’s
surface
Sending ripples of
beginning out into the world
Telling the lake and
its proximity to let the day
Take the plunge and
commence
Now to the cobbler we
shall go
On adventures his
shoes have gone
If you listen closely
Their soles will
whisper what they know
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