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The Traveller, an Ode

Updated on March 28, 2016
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Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.

Ageless yet ancient

Weathered faces

Hands worn raw

The battle fought within

Man versus everything

Gale force piercing winds

Painful driving rainstorms

Hardened brutal hail

Snow and frigid death

Oppressive draining heat

Fierce terrain

Razor sharpened stone

Sinking sands

Vast emptiness

Thickened jungle vines

Pestilence and disease

Torn skin, torn hair

Carried scars evermore

No domicile for comfort

Scarcity of food

Parched from thirst

Watching eyes

Tracking every move

Some with teeth and claws

Others carry steel

Riding battering waves

Atop the horses

Iron and living

Keeping perpetual watch

Seeking out the new

Held back by nothing

To colonize virgin lands

Geological discovery

Myths and legends

Fighting natural enemies

And the prize was…

Cartography



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    breakfastpop 20 months ago

    Beautifully written....

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    John Hansen 20 months ago from Queensland Australia

    RJ, every phrase has a direct relationship to travel and adventure. Well constructed poem. I like it.

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    manatita44 20 months ago from london

    Well-written poem. I think of the joy or trials of evolution or the strife; the struggle. Again, we are sojourners; Wayfarers along the way, the blacksmith constantly hammering on our fears, our angers and other insecurities, to mould them, like the potter, into vases of quintessential beauty. Hari Om!