To the weathered wastes
Past the pirate’s coast
We ride on as one
With packbeast, woman, and child
Plodding step by step
Our city of canvas goes
Time measured in weeks
Chilly nights and sweltering days
In spirits good and bad
We are destination bound
Our fate and fortune waiting
Spires pierce the horizon
Walls guard its treasures
Gates opened wide
The journey to an end

By Nicholas Byrley

Always found the idea of caravans and caravan life romantic.