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A Drifter Till You Die
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A Drifter Till You Die |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I cannot help but marvel, At the twists our paths may take. They make one man a hero- Another, rogue or rake. To one give fame and fortune- To another, memories... In the latter category, You’ll find wanderers like me. I’ve seen the blue Pacific- Walked the beach of Waikiki, I have ridden high-up ridges- Like a wolf, so wild and free. I’ve lain beneath the prairie skies- And dreamed my share of dreams... There’s scarce a place worth seeing- That I’ve not already seen.... But all I have to show for these- Are my grey hairs, and scars... I picked up somewhere on the road, In accidents and bars. And still the wanderlust within- Says, “Pack your gear and go- And see another mile of road Or one more rodeo. Dream another dream or two- Beneath a cloudless sky... You are the things you say or do- A drifter till you die”. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Reminds me of the Ricky Nelson song "I'm a Travelin Man". He talks of his pretty polynesian baby on the beach at Waikiki...James |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Dear Troubadour, if you ever release a book of your work, I must know. There are so many folks who would be thrilled to have a book of "your" caliber on their shelves and often in their hands. You are to poetry what Woody Guthrie has been to folk music...an enriching experience, to be sure. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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