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My Day of Beckoning
by Nancy Ness

I hear My Day of Beckoning
From Muses to my lair
'Tis long enough my Reckoning
Life's Sirens fill the air

Enough Responsibility
I've been grown up too long
I'm ready for Frivolity
To sing that Siren's Song.

No more of this hibernal game
With tufted quilts and snow
I hear Adventure call my name
With all it shall bestow.

A fortnight's nurturant avow,
Time now to shed that skin
My burdens all are lighter now
New Journeys can begin.

My Quest in life to have some Fun
And write of all I see -
I'll tell you when I've touched the Sun,
Thence Siren's Song I'll be.

So, heed me well, I have forespake
I'll venture to and fro,
But I know not the road I'll take
I'll pave it as I go.

Entrust in this, loved ones and friends,
I and my Travelin' van
Will forge new trails by this year's end,
I'll be a Travelin' Nan.

Is IRony in Hearkening?
Life's Siren's luring word?
I hear My Day of Beckoning
The Sweetest Song I've heard.