A Journey O'er Land and Sea
Sonnet
My heart, with joyous longing, doth rejoice
To think of this adventure far and wide;
A journey o'er land and sea I shall employ,
From London to Rome in but one stride.
The roads I will take be long and steep,
And winds will whip my face unbent;
Yet I shall march on with a fervent zeal,
To reach the city before day's end.
The rolling hills may be naught but a tease;
Though they provide me with a restful view.
For when I have reached the peak of each hill,
The land cannot help but bid adieu.
Though weary and sore shall be my feet,
I'll make every effort to stand so tall;
For I can see my destination that awaits me,
Enraptured by its beauty beyond all else pall.
