Wandering Traveler

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A wandering lad I met one cold night
Sitting, legs crossed on the grimy sidewalk.
When he approached me, it gave me a fright
But I realized he just wanted to talk.

Dressed somewhat like a hippie, hair worn long
He told of the many places he’d seen.
Traveled with only a backpack and song
The journey started when he was fifteen.

Ten years he traveled and more years to roam.
Ten minutes he talked of hardships and fun,
Times he had missed being safe at home,
Those times he had a little too much rum.

He told me that home is where I should stay
Then he said goodnight and went on his way.





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Christinephantom13 said...
Mar. 10, 2010 at 6:42 pm
oh wow. i want to be able to write a sonnet that flows the way this one does. it's great and the subject is awesome as well.
 
***Rain*** said...
Mar. 4, 2010 at 5:52 pm
That is amazing. it flows together so smoothly. Fav. :)
 
dreamer_believer said...
Mar. 4, 2010 at 5:28 pm
amazing poem! it must have been something really special and neat to meet this man! :) you did a great job capturing the emotions with few words. i love it :) it flows perfectly! would you mind checking out some of my work? i'd love your opinion :) thanks and keep writing!!
 
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