Time Traveler’s Adventures #7 Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

(A FAITH BASED SERIES)


For a long while now I’ve been out of cash,
From traveling often into the distant past.
But the mailman came and brought me a check
From an unknown donor, so what the heck!

The battery is charged and the gears are greased,
Having cash in my pocket, is a pure relief.
Where I’ll end up next I really have no clue,
But that is what’s exciting about the things I do!

I sat down in the seat just to check my gauges,
I accidentally hit the starter and I’m off in blazes.
Seconds seem like hours but in a breath I’m there,
The only question I have is really just “Where? ”

I looked through some rushes on a riverbank.
Had I landed in the water I surely would have sank.
At that very moment a woven basket floated by,
It had a lid on the top and had caught me by surprise.

Two lovely young ladies were swimming in the stream.
The youngest got the basket, letting out a little scream.
Lifting out a tiny baby maybe six months old this day,
Calling unto her Princess, “May this little boy please stay? ”

Pharaoh’s daughter and guards sensed a stranger hiding there.
With knives and spears drawn I was afraid I’d lose my hair.
“I think I’ll call him Moses, ” I heard the voice of Pharaoh’s daughter,
“Because in Hebrew it means he was drawn up from the water! ”

So in Egypt was I, as it all became so clear,
But my only thought now was to get away from here!
A beautiful sound was to hear the motor chime
When back in my machine heading somewhere else in time!