A tourist looks back fondly upon A favorite destination; A traveler is always at it.
A tourist loathes travel hiccups; A traveler calls them stories.
A tourist jumps from one Postcard vista to the next; A traveler moves through the world.
A tourist collects knicknacks & geegaws; A traveler collects experiences.
A tourist, between sights, seeks A life experience as close to Their homelife as possible. A traveler wants a life experience As close to local as possible.
A tourist has a favorite meal; A traveler assumes he hasn't Crossed paths with it yet.
A tourist leaves nothing to chance; A traveler embraces the spontaneous.
A tourist takes comfort as a main course; A traveler uses it like a condiment.
Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And there is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart run away in the road Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone for ever!
