I'm a wanderer of uncertain chance
An uncultured man of the road
Beholden never to beggar or king
I make no claim to a fixed abode.
Give me natures far flung splendour
No towns or cities not yet built
I comprehend my unlikely function
My mind belays thoughts of guilt.
I heed only the words of my God
Inhaling essence of natures home
The eloquence of the silent trees
A promised land for me to roam.
Misuse of meadows insult my eyes
My way side bed with grass arrayed
I'm a shadow of yesterdays child
I've no resentment to the price paid
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