SONG of the VAGABOND
O! you brave vagabonds, hair of wheat and clothes of wool
Travelers of the night and day who sing songs of yearning
Soft-headed, with absorbing eyes of keen observation
Lonely souls of tender virtue, lustful in unending quest
You wanted men of vagrancy, true of heart and rich in soul
It is not your captivity the man wants, but your freedom he envies
Lift a finger for him, and invite him on your journey
Offer him bread, and if you have none, offer him love
You elegant drifters, wide-eyed in awe of all you see, even if seen before
You happy babes of perfect innocence, dreamers
Tender fingers, rough with delicacy and dirt in the nails
Blanketed with hope, and warmed by a smiling golden sun
You dwellers of the earth, who make no beds in the morning
Sleepers of the fruited plain, jagged mountain, and cracked desert
Faces caked with salt and dirt, a beautiful portrait indeed
Skinny-bellied and fat-souled, good-hearted and never cold
You talented tramps, whose mothers are always worried
Your voices speak a language of their own, a language lost
Swimmers of every ocean, river, and lake, wild yet serene
Climbers of every mountain and hill, walkers of every plain and desert
You nomadic creatures of myth, unique in every tiny characteristic
Whose scars are the stories that nourish society
Whose blood, whose pain, whose salty tears sustain mankind
Whose beloved tales fill children with joyful dreams of lands afar
You willful wanderers, walkers of winding roads, forked and crossed
Just as Natives followed the buffalo, you follow your hearts
Bold, unafraid, organic, one with nature, one with life, one with soul
You are all of us and you are none of us. You are hope
You adamant adventurers, love in every step you take, kind to every eye yours meet
Who exhale truth and integrity in every wet breath
Who not only taste the food, but the hands that prepared it
Who dance to the symphony of the wind’s sacred song
O! you brave vagabonds, hair of wheat and clothes of wool
Youthful and mature, reflecting eyes of constant wonder
Hardened and sensitive, a kiss for every stranger that you meet
Soldiers of peace, no home at journey’s end
Loving Brothers of Humanity, travel well on your lonesome, happy trails
Copyright 2010
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Enjoyed this earthy, moving song poem,T!
Looking forward to more...
~ Z B McClure
This poetry offering is visual & so expressive
It Reads Out Loud Perfectly!!
Thank You For Sharing
& I am very pleased to read you
Wayward Beggars-n-Paupers Thoughts
Vickie