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Updated on November 7, 2011

Forever a globetrotter,

I sought solace in anywhere;

Some derogated me as a vagrant,

In destitute and sordidness-

A pariah who deserved

Nothing but death.

Each journey, I trudged my way

From towns to towns,

But I wended my way

From pastures to pastures,

From fields of greenery

To the sandy shores,

Unfettered and free.

I looked up

And saw the large expanse

Of the blue firmament

Stretching wherever I went

Like a blanket over my gaunt body.

I was amiss, lost,

Aimless and hapless,

But I found myself walking

A hundred thousand miles,

Intermittently resting

Due to tiredness,

Where I would stay in nature's bosom

And thanked for its peace,

Before I reveled in

What the world still had

For me.


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      Deng Xiang 6 years ago

      Thank you for reading, Rosemay50! I am happy that you like it.

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      Rosemary Sadler 6 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      I like this poem. Just wanddering free, living with whatever mother nature provides. So many places to see and no place the same

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