Another Poem! called "The Tramp".......I walk alone on dusty roads, my shoes are paper thin!.......And as i pass lit windows at night, I some times peer straight in;.......I see the people sitting there, but No its not for me!.........For I am a Roamer, and as such, will always want to be:.......Free to see the roses bud, , then bloom in Summer time.......Away from Mans mad rat race , and ambitions dizzy climb;.......Free to watch fledgelings first flight,up in the clear blue skies!.......Or watch the Hares zany run, as through the meadows he flies.......Ive walked this realm, from East to West, Ive seen a million things!;.......Ive heard the drone of Scottish pipes, and Big Bens strident chimes.......Talks Ive had with High Church men,and noble lords and earls......and seen the Ladies at Ascot,from outside the gates, with lovely flowing curls!.......But the roaring of a river, is the grandest talk of all...... the most beautiful sight I have ever seen?, the rose petals swirling fall;.......So, if you pass me in the lane, do not turn your eyes away!.....Cos I would not swap your life for mine, no not any day.........Then if your "Riches" may be large, as large as life can be!........Keep them held close to your heart, like mine are close to me
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 15:01:27 +0000
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