The Nomad
The dusty trail the Nomad walks
Beyond voluptuous valleys
Across fields of sun burnt pastures
The chaotic world left behind
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With no one in sight
He walks without sound or murmur
In quiet contemplation of that he has left
And of the future unknown
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With each step of his worn boots
The weight lifts from his past left behind
The burden of his pack easier to manage
He carries all the worldly possessions he needs
His life, his beliefs, his future
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Storms, winds, burning days he has faced
His face weather beaten
His clothes threadbare
But his heart is joyous and light
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When he started his journey he had no idea where it would lead
He has accepted it has no end
That is the life of the Nomad
OK, you got me. I asked myself “What the heck is voluptuous?” I said to myself while quickly diverting to Google. 🙂 Oh yeah, I knew that! Nice word. I haven’t heard it for years.
Really enjoying your writings. 🙂
Thank you so much! 😊
Awesome poem!
Thank you Dawn! 😊