What memorable gift is a pilgrim’s boon?
From years of sojourning on this planet so small
When one looks over life and discerns its tune
One hears a melody that threads through it all
Of what does life sing and what is its lyric?
Is it symphony, ballad, fairground or rock?
Does it dowse my senses or is it something more pyrrhic?
Perhaps all of these as my memories flock.
Wherever I’ve lived the gift has been there
Where I grew up in Adelaide, then further afield
Melbourne and Perth, then Canberra fair
Then encore in some; the gift always did yield.
The gift is the stories that we can’t help but receive
From fellow pilgrims as life’s wonder we weave.
Wondering Pilgrim 