Well I'm back- for a while at least
the world is my oyster and I love to feast,
cause a change is as good as a rest they say,
that's why I spend so much time away,

From the green green grass and the hills of home,
like I said here I am,thought I'd write a little poem,
to my friends and family to try and explain,
why some of us are always on the next Plane,
next Train ,next Boat ,next place to rest,
put the bounds of the Earth to a test-in my chest,
is a Travel Bug I must have swallowed whole,
I'm a wandering Minstrel,a roving soul,

**So come and see me!,meet me,we'll have the Craic,
before again I wind up with a bag on my back,
like the Hulk hitch hiking,with a hare brained plan,
I'm a Man of the World,catch me while you can!