Poet 17: SpookOfNight

Wanderer

I've always been a wand'rer,
Without a hearth or home.
O'er hills and dales and mountains
I'm born fore'er to roam.

I'll chase the distant skyline
To the sunset in the west.
The shining stars my lamplight as
Beneath the sky I rest.

For wonders and adventure
For the sights I've yet to see.
The high majestic mountains,
The shining starlit sea.

My eyes are ever hungry,
For worlds I've yet to spy.
Distant lands my destination,
The winding road my guide.

 

The End

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