Nomadic Poem by Christopher Tye

Nomadic

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Nomadic

No place to settle down
On life's journey to find my place,
Moving all the time,
Always searching for a home,
Destiny making me a nomad,
Into unknown places and distant lands,
Calling the road a way of life.

By Christopher Tye

Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: exile,journey,journeys,moving on
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Annette Aitken 23 September 2016

The gypsy life think we all could do that at times...just up aand leave ha ha...nice write. Annette

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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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