Penelope

In the pathway of the sun,
 In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
 He shall ride the silver seas,
      He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor’s knock;
Brew my tea, and snip y thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed
     They will call him brave.