Patrick Willock
The Ever Road
My steps go walking clip and clop,
my feet go stomping flip and flop.
I see the land go rolling by,
I feel the rain go plip and plop.
I walk beneath the azure sky,
while little pebbles catch my eye,
and on and on my path does spread;
this path belongs to only I.
Now all along this path I’ve tread,
I see the ways my feet have sped,
and all the pits that blocked my way,
they dragged me down with sacks of lead.
But as I walk both night and day,
Someone keeps evil at bay,
and gives my head a place to lay,
and gives my head a place to lay.