Wandering
Through the meadows across the plains
Over mountains and fields of grain
With no companions to lead the way
Where life blooms and fades away
Flowers wilt and leaves fall
When cold north winds answer the call
The green turns orange but still he walks
With slow confused and thinking thoughts
To lose the love that he adores
Of family, friends, and sad neighbors
All at once his world did fall
But time wears on without a loll
The memories flash through his head
Of flickering fires over fed
Of panic, confusion and worry
With no thought but hurry
And now he’s sure he didn’t once think
Of family roaming alone in the brink
But worst of all, the question is
Can he live with what he missed?
Copyright © Claire Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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