Wanderlust   Leave a comment

Funny how, as time goes by,

I feel the need to wander

Never ask or question why

What might lie o’er yonder

*

Out the back door, ‘cross the lawn

Down through the frosty woods

Wakening the drowsy dawn

Past sleeping neighborhoods

*

Answer a whim, chase a dream

Across a flowered meadow

Along a crystal mountain stream

Chased only by a shadow

*

Follow a rainbow, wherever it gleams

Not reasoning which way to go

Only wanderlust it seems

Cures the need to know.

*

Oftentimes when by the sea

Following a bright illusion

My heart can hear a melody

In the roseate setting sun.

*

Whether in the bright sunlight

Or in a darkening dusk

Unbidden, be it wrong or right,

I feel the call of wanderlust

*

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(Note:  I think it’s time for a vacation!)

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Posted November 3, 2012 by PapaBear in Poetry

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