Observe A Traveler In A Foreign Land Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Observe A Traveler In A Foreign Land



Each habit he tries on,
each sight explores.
As if it were his home
he proudly stands
when each new secret
in his heart he stores.
But soon some flaw
the traveler quickly spies.
Bored with the new
his restless heart will roam
or worse,
designed to change
invade his eyes
to make this land
as perfect as his home.
And I have roamed
the counties of your soul.
Your smile was warmth.
Your wisdom
made me start.
Proud of your deeds
and prouder of your goal,
I mapped your moods.
I searched
your hidden heart.
Please show me more.
Please put this heart to rest.
Make me no exile.
Just a better guest.

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