Michael Shepherd

(8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! In the spirit of Shabistari - 1


When I was young, I dreamed all day of travel

When I was old enough, I spent all day travelling

When I had travelled much, I called myself a traveller

Now I sit here, still and silent on the cushions
while the roses release their perfume,
the peacock cries upon the wall,
and in the courtyard, the fountain plays;

and all my travel has returned to me,
all my travelling is within me,
travel, travelling and traveller are one;
and my mind travels to places I had never imagined
and I sense the world turning on its axis,
travelling around my self.

Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 18, 2011

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  • Brian Jani (7/12/2014 9:21:00 AM)

    Mr Michael Shepherd I enjoyed reading this fine piece of writing.well done man! (Report) Reply

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