The Traveling Trio

A trio journeys far and wide
From here and back
On aging tracks
Their open eyes
Turned to the skies
And all the world is on their side

There seems no end to what they find
Resounding claps
And rusted caps
The epic skies
And flags flown high
And other sights that flood the mind

There's nothing that they fail to see
The ancient names
And endless games
Shimmering glades
As credits play
What a joyous trio are we