NaPoWriMo 1: Travel On

Travel on, travel on,

Though the chilly night is bleary,

And your limbs grow ever weary.

Travel on, travel on,

Over the mountains and the river,

In forests whose blowing leaves quiver.

Travel on, travel on,

The path will have puddles and rocks,

And only the bravest continuously walks.

Travel on, travel on,

Shoulder and bear your heavy load,

For you are certainly meant for this road.