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Northward Traveler
The unsettling drifter from the south;
Bottom-dwelling ragged hitchhiker,
With bleeding barefoot feet fled northward
To see things unwitnessed by his eyes.
Halfway, saw he a person walking like himself
As well as barefoot, bloody red
"I've some to see the south," said he
"To see things my eyes have never touched."
"Well," the first traveler responds,
"I'll tell you what to see.
First you must see the towers in its north;
So majestic and large; so intimidating.
Stopping our attackers cold
Before assaulting our land!"
"How strange," the second drifter,
"That is what we would see as well in
Our northernmost border."
This news indeed so strange
Surprised both travelers involved.
But shrugged it off as fluke and both
Continued on their journeys seperate
And days after that halfway point,
His feet full of blisters and sores,
A glint of light beyond the hills
Revitalized his vigor and blood.
Rushed he towards the hill to see
That northern nation he traveled to.
But the grin faded and dropped as he did;
Because the familiar scenes and smells,
And of the same locales and people,
But mostly for the house he recognized;
His house on the southern border
Of the same southern nation.
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