The Travellers Joy, a name so apt and sweet
For this wild clematis that climbs and spreads
Along the hedgerows, where the birds may greet
Its wispy seed heads, like a thousand threads

Of silver hair, that catch the sun and glow
With fairy magic, or a hoary frost
That lingers on, when winter winds do blow
And all the other flowers have been lost.

The Travellers Joy, a gift for weary eyes
That wander on the road, or in the field
A sight that lifts the spirit, and defies
The gloom and dullness that the season yields.


I stop and pluck a stem, and hold it near
And breathe its subtle fragrance, faint and pure
The Travellers Joy, a name that fills my ear
With memories of days that were
When I was young and free, and had no care
But to explore the world, and to admire
The beauty of the nature everywhere
The Traveller's joy, a name that sparks a fire

In my old heart, and makes me want to roam
And see the wonders of the earth once more
The Travellers joy, a name that feels like home
A name that I will always adore.

The Travellers Joy, a beauty evergreen
A humble plant, yet fit to grace a queen.

Poems and images – Bing Co-pilot