Traveling fast or traveling slow-
it matters not the pace we go,
For our reward soon shall be-
relaxing in Amish Country.
Autumn gold brings winter's cold-
Sabbath service - sing songs of old,
Simple people in a complex world-
innocent ways gently unfurled.
Traveling fast or traveling slow-
it matters not the pace we go,
Time blows like quilts in the wind-
as Amish into their world rescind.
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