The Tramp

He silhouettes the misty skyline, Down lush valleys, through glades below. Skirting greenwoods by still waters, Until the earths last fading glow Laying down so tired and weary, Awakened by the cockrel's crow. Bread and water, beggars breakfast, Morning sunlight, urging him to go. Past the farmyard, dogs a barking, Hurry, scurry, quick quick slow. Heading towards new horizons, In endless journeys, to and fro. Weather warning signs approaching, Fallow fields turn white with snow. Frozen feet tramp lonesome highways, Seeking shelter, leaves his spirits low. 4/ 29/ 2017. Written 1951 eleven years old.

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Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer

Date: 5/25/2017 5:10:00 AM

A nice peom George. Rich with sound and imagery. I am glad you started writing again!

Lenna Walker

Date: 4/29/2017 11:23:00 AM

A deep understanding of the hard lonely life of a homeless person, especially for an 11 year old. (I hope I did not misinterpret the meaning here.) WELL DONE

George Seal
Date: 5/1/2017 5:08:00 AM

Hello once again Lenna, thankyou for commenting on my poem. As a small boy poverty was staring into everyones face. And the horrors of war left many unable to cope. I wrote what i saw at that time. My warmest regards to you. George.

Elizabeth Kinch

Date: 4/29/2017 10:14:00 AM

What an astounding write and all at aged eleven. Fabulous imagery George. #7

George Seal
Date: 5/1/2017 5:34:00 AM

Hello Elizabeth, thankyou for you kind comments. I wrote this poem for a handwriting contest in which i gained a prize. I did not say i had written the poem also. So here goes sixty five years later i will keep my fingers crossed. My kindest regards to you. George.

Anne-Marie Coreggia

Date: 4/29/2017 7:25:00 AM

Wow George, it blows my mind to think an eleven year can write with such depth for, as we journey along, you made that silhouette you so endearingly described come to life in our heart:) Amitiés

George Seal
Date: 5/1/2017 5:44:00 AM

Hello Anne-Marie, tkankyou for those most wonderful comments on my poem. I did not write another poem until 2015 when i joined poetry soup. It was a poem for my great granddaughter Aurora, for the keepsake box i had made for her. My warmest regards to you. George.