A Poem by Grizz
Tuesday, 27. March 2007, 23:53:42
One Man's Journey
These feet have traveled; many a mile,
Leaving a path; of broken tile.
The ground I tread; has turned to dust,
For adventure; I truly lust.
Always walking; moving forward,
First this direction; then to that.
Packing gear; loosing thought,
Through this land; I do trot.
Careful to leave; no selfish marks,
On the field’s edge, singing larks.
Up the hill; I do trudge,
For this mountain; shall not budge.
Through the desert; barren land,
Painful cacti; thorn in hand.
Under the stars; I do sleep,
Rekindling the past; I do weep.
These eyes have seen; much despair,
What is this fragrance; in the air.
Could it be; a vision within,
As I struggle to begin.
A new day dawns; the sun rises,
Looking forward; to new surprises.
So these feet; continue to wonder,
Through valley and hill; to where I ponder.
There is no destination; I have in mind,
Only to travel; to wonder alone.
To see all there is; in this land,
Before I am forced; to play my hand.
My life here; is a stitch in time,
I do so wish; to see it all.
Remembering every mile...
As I continue; this journey of mine,
Taking a moment; stealing time,
Enjoying this bounty; it brings a smile,
As I trudge, my final mile.
Its time to sleep; my final slumber,
Having walked throughout these lands,
My journey complete; its time to rest,
For in God's hands; I feel best.
These feet have traveled; many a mile,
Leaving a path; of broken tile.
The ground I tread; has turned to dust,
For adventure; I truly lust.
Always walking; moving forward,
First this direction; then to that.
Packing gear; loosing thought,
Through this land; I do trot.
Careful to leave; no selfish marks,
On the field’s edge, singing larks.
Up the hill; I do trudge,
For this mountain; shall not budge.
Through the desert; barren land,
Painful cacti; thorn in hand.
Under the stars; I do sleep,
Rekindling the past; I do weep.
These eyes have seen; much despair,
What is this fragrance; in the air.
Could it be; a vision within,
As I struggle to begin.
A new day dawns; the sun rises,
Looking forward; to new surprises.
So these feet; continue to wonder,
Through valley and hill; to where I ponder.
There is no destination; I have in mind,
Only to travel; to wonder alone.
To see all there is; in this land,
Before I am forced; to play my hand.
My life here; is a stitch in time,
I do so wish; to see it all.
Remembering every mile...
As I continue; this journey of mine,
Taking a moment; stealing time,
Enjoying this bounty; it brings a smile,
As I trudge, my final mile.
Its time to sleep; my final slumber,
Having walked throughout these lands,
My journey complete; its time to rest,
For in God's hands; I feel best.
WIDGETIZE