Monday, January 14, 2013

Ballad of the Vagabond

Like wind the vagabond doth flow
From one land to the next
His eyes the blue of cloudless skies
His gaze upon them fixed

‘Cross mountain and city alike
The vagabond doth roam
His bed the grass under his head
No house can he call home

The people he meets pity him
This sapling without roots
And in return he pities them
Their pointless dull pursuits

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