once in a strawberry moon

a strawberry moon
in a midsommar sky
watching the world
as it slowly speeds by

o'er sand dunes in Cairo
down quaint Danish streets
it's always exciting
the people one meets

from old friends to new ones
i pass through the crowd
and find now the whispers
are not quite as loud

the places are many
my poor feet have been
but many more wait
by my wide eyes unseen

yet under this moon
while the wide world i roam
my heart can't seem to find
that one place they call home