Jitterbug

She was always restless as she could be
Looking down the road to see what she can see
Wondering where it goes in its turns and bend
In it’s winding way, does it ever end?

The desire so great to travel as far as she can
Taking in the views of the magnificent land
Some things so majestic like the beautiful flowers
She could travel on for hours and hours.

Desiring to visit her friends young and old
Knowing they are more precious than pure gold
Her mom would ask, “What’s wrong with you child? I just don’t see."
Her reply always was, “Guess it’s the jitterbug in me.”

Always so miserable when not on the go
Not caring if it is in the rain or snow
Always curious about the moon, stars and rolling sea
And thinking to herself, it’s the jitterbug in me.

She is a bit older now, still restless as can be
Wanting to venture far to see what she can see
Always buzzing around, busy as a bee
Telling herself, it’s the jitterbug in me.