Travel Poetry Challenge #1

The happy-go-lucky traveler
Trod on Afghan terrain,
Not knowing the aftershocks
That would cause such pain.
For in that ancient land,
Where blood has stained the sand,
The traveler met his fate
And fell by an unknown hand.
But though his journey ended,
His spirit still roams free,
And in the hearts of others,
His memory lives eternally.
So let us honor the traveler,
Who dared to journey far,
And remember him always
As we look up to the stars.

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