I've drifted over Trafalgar's rotting hulls,
Seen dolphins play at the pillars of Hercules,
Been camel-ridden to the foot of Cheops
And walked the city Alexander took and named.
I've fingered the ruins of three great empires,
Watched the sun climb up Vesuvius
And plunge itself in Homer's wine-dark sea.
I've beheld these things, but they cannot hold me.
I've become restless with travel.
I'd trade it all to crunch a pair of boots
Across a golden Carolina hill; to find
The grain of seasoned oak with an ax's edge,
To make it fit for fire; and settle down
To raising stock, and heirs, and lines.
Yes, and lines.
You've discovered what L. Frank Baum found over a century ago; it is our true Home that we are seeking in all our journeys, adventures and hopes. You have found your home, your heart and your souls voice in these elegant words. Masterful, moving poem.
Seen dolphins play at the pillars of Hercules, the camels, ruins of three great empires, restless with travel, beautiful poem very original and a different type of poem you are presenting my dear poet. your knowledge is exceptional. tony
Good poem well written I enjoyed it immensely. Thanks for sharing BB: O)
I 've become restless with travel Yes, a good many can say that too! Well done!
R.G., great poem. I think that free vese is actually harder to do well than rhyming poetry becuse in free verse there is no place to hide. The images are vivid and the storyline clear. A really enjoyable glimpse into the mind set of a well traveled person. Dick Lackman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Allusive & profuse poetry, informative enough for a reader who is willing to learn much out of the piece! ! !