Sometimes Poem by john coldwell
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish I were a tramp,
Worn boots along the road,
Taking in the hedgerow smells,
That plants themselves have sowed.
Sometimes I wish I were a tramp,
A walking down the lane,
And when the daylight turns to dusk,
I'll sleep in a farmer’s wain.
Sometimes I wish I were a tramp,
Better poor than rich,
Don't look for me when I am old,
I lie frozen in a ditch.
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4/23/2024 3:16:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wish I share too. Great poetic expressions.