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WANDERING MAN
Sundown….
From the shoreline
of Lake Michigan,
it could never be more beautiful.
Then,,,,
shortly after the suns last rays,
campfires begin appearing.
If you’re lucky,
shortly thereafter
you’ll hear the whispers
of a distant songstress.
Dinner is long past,
fish again!
Freshly caught & cleaned
during the days doings.
Still to come,,,
a glass of merlot.
…and, of course,
those glorious stars.
Conversation is limited
to the occasional passerby.
“Nice evening,” “Pretty sunset.”
That’s about the extent of it…
Wandering man they call you,
though,,,, you’re not exactly sure
just when,,,
or why,,,
that moniker stuck.
Long ago, you had roots…
a place you called home.
Family,,,
a profession.
Wandering man
eventually took over.
Now-a-days,,,
“family”
is any fellow traveler
who stays longer than a week…
Labor Day approaches…
Time to start thinking
about moseying south…
Not much to pack,
lots of time yet.
Hate to miss Indian Summer…
Guess there’s no hurry…
Maybe this year you’ll be lucky…..
Maybe not….
Copyright © 2011 Richard Lee King.
All Rights Reserved.
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Dull way to put it, but it is m a r v e l o u s.
You put us t h e r e. Never want to leave!!
Even when it's h e r e-an' t h e r e.;)
Thanks for another great trip, Luv.
xOx Phyllis xOx
Anna
Be always safe,
Karen
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
Janna
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Newfie Hugs, Rose