The Wanderer
I will wander, and where ever I shall lay
I will make my home
Across the streams and lakes
And Into the mountains I go
With rocks that clutter beaten paths
Winding, climbing, away and back
Now, I hear my legs scream "stop!"
"Not yet," I shout. "we've yet to make the top!
Impatient, I huff, we're almost there
it's just another mile... mile and a half
Besides, I've come too far to just turn back
I can't... no, I won't be going back
Finally the end, just for the now
Tomorrow I'll find my way back down
But Now, I'll sit as the sun has sat
And watch the earth and sky connect
Into darkness the daylight fades
I tease my thoughts, under moonlit haze
Then suddenly a sleepy itch
As I search a spot to sleep
Which I find
under a canopy of heaven
And wind blown evergreens
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