The Lonely Soul Poem by Joyce Hemsley

His journey began at early dawn
to join the dear ones back home,
longing to find a resting place
in the comfort that once he'd known.
So he travelled the land for many a mile
with tired and frozen limbs,
ill and weary and near the end ~
but he would never give in.

Northward eastward and westward
surrounded his lonely way...
he was in the middle of nowhere,
and 'the tundra' was cold today!
Full of tumult ~ and dying,
he could amble along no more,
then falling upon the freezing earth
he gave in to heaven's last call.