There is so much more
That I want to see
All around the world
And in between

Tastes, sights
And places afar
Where ever friendly faces
And opening arms

So much more
To be consumed
This planet we're on
Is a fruitful womb

A meal a beer
A sample of the yield
Blackberry, blueberry
Strawberry fields

St. Ambrose Bees
Sweet honey mead
I want to sample
Every good thing I see!

   I am that
Western Traveler
    Indeed
   ...

Planted in the dirt
Soil so deep and fertile
Our future will grow

Side by side we grow,
Our roots entwined, strong and deep,
Reaching for the sun.

When patterns repeat, year after year,  
And threaten you at your most pivotal hour.
It feels like a checkmate.