wagon (poster)

They ride on wooden wheels, Their canvas covers rustling, Over rocky paths, through muddy fields, Their wares in boxes bustling. A life of constant motion, Their journey never ends, Their goods, a rolling ocean, Their trade, a path that bends. The road is hard and dusty, And many times they tire, But still they keep on moving, And never seem to expire. Their wagons are their homes, Their horses are their friends, They roam the land alone, And see the world in bends. For the merchants know, That life is but a ride, And like their wagons, we must go, To where the road decides.   About the Poster