I AM CALLED THE TRAVELING MAN...DONT STAY IN ONE PLACE LONG
ALWAYS ON THE MOVE...NO ONE PLACE DO I GET TO CALL HOME
SOME HAVE THOUGHT IT IS BECAUSE OF VIET NAM
A FEW EVEN THOUGHT FROM THE LAW I RAN
THERE ARE THOSE WHO THINK A LOVE HAD GONE BAD
WLL SAY THAT BEING WITH OUT LOVE DOES MAKE ME SAD
I DID NOT CHOOSE THIS LIFE...IT CHOSE ME
TO SEE HOW BEAUTIFUL OUR GREAT LAND CAN BE
i HAVE SEEN THE PURPLE MOUNTAINS AND THE LUSH GREEN VALLYS BETWEEN
THE GOLDEN FIELDS OF GRAIN THE PRETTIEST I HAVE EVER SEEN
THE GREAT SMOKIES IN THE EAST AND THE GRAND TETONS IN THE WEST
OTHER GREAT MOUNTAINS WHERE THE EAGLES NEST
EVERY WHERE I GO THERE IS MOTHER NATURE TO SEE
HER BEAUTY IS SOMETHING WE ALL AGREE
NOW WHEN YOU THINK OF THIS TRAVELING MAN
REALIZE I AM JUST ENJOYING ALL OF LIFE I CAN
Chanti
Your poetry is like my grandfathers'. He never stayed too long in one place...always looking for something.
Great poem about the gypsy spirit, Ron.
Susan