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Born To Roam
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Born To Roam |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I have heard the wild geese crying- As they journey on their way. Oh, I’d join them in their flying… For I cannot bear to stay. I still think of all the places- And the people I have known… I discovered at a young age, That I was born to roam. I was born to rove the highways- I was born to know the wild… I was bred for aimless drifting, I’m the North wind’s eldest child. I’m the tumbleweed’s companion, And the highway is my home, My dwelling’s where I hang my hat… You see, I’m born to roam. I was born to hear the sirens, As they sang Ulysses’ song. The wolf is my companion… And to cage me would be wrong. I’ll write a line of verse, or two- And leave you with a song, I’ll wander while I still draw breath… You see, I’m born to roam. http://www.voy.com/7120/ |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Great Poem, Gunslinger --- glad you got to live what you were born to be. ~netswan |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Finely written. Enjoyed. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
GS this has such a western beat to it! I loved it. Though sometimes it can be really rough not being able to stay in one place. I tell ya though, those who stay wish they could roam, and those who roam, wish they could stay. Great poem! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Born with wanderlust, Born to roam, Freewill at my behest, I travel to lands away from home... So I hear Wordsworth here??? Nice work, Gunslinger... I take my hat off for your fine work Regards, sudhir. Hey you, out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home.... by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~GS,...thank you for such a great read. It's inspiring you know...superb writing here. Take care. *Peace. |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
hey there, Gunslinger - this poem really touches the footloose part of my soul - great depiction - smooth, too! |
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