Onward, ever onward

The roads were fine, the scenery great
Though the weather it was not
Even so, we found many places of interest
And often we would stop
scenic lookout

scenic lookout

a picnic stop

a picnic stop

And sometimes it was just because
We felt like a cup of tea
And so we’d stop and smell the roses
Just wee tigger and me

 

tea time

tea time

smelling "roses"

smelling “roses”

a picnic stop

a picnic stop

If not for the outlook, then for the trees
As we rambled along our way
Finally stopping for a glass of wine
With friends, at the end of the day

 

Wine with friends

Wine with friends

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