The Wandering Spirit
Lost on us, this wayward spur
In the wanderer.
As vague to the mundane plodder
Hill-haunting; and o'er.
In his or her own element
Absorbs, in the free
Life. Hot or cold, unchangeably
Accepting; friendly.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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