The Rambler
His soul alive when he rambled
Hours and hours upon end
Being alone with mother nature
His one and only true friend
Confined, suffocated between four walls
He needed to roam free
Through the mountainous hills and countryside
Of wildlife, rivers and trees
He was a loner by choice
A rambling spirit since a child
Innate to his whole being
His heart and home the wild
The local folk called him “The Rambler”
As no-one knew him or his name
Sometimes at dusk high on a hill
A distant silhouette is seen rambling the rugged terrain
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2023
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