The Song of the Wanderer

[wide_i_wanderer]

Across the gently rolling hills,
Beyond high mountain peaks,
Along the shores of distant seas,
There's something my heart seeks.

But there's no peace in wandering,
The road's not made for rest.
And footsore fools will never know
What home might suit them best.

My heart seeks the hearth,
My feet seek the road.
A soul so divided
Is a terrible load.

My heart

Comments

AT last!

[keeperofthecats]

Good to be reading from you. Nice poetry.