The Wandering Spirit Poem by james watkin

The Wandering Spirit



Lost on us, this wayward spur
In the wanderer.
As vague to the mundane plodder
Hill-haunting; and o'er.

In his or her own element
Absorbs, in the free
Life. Hot or cold, unchangeably
Accepting; friendly.

Wednesday, May 17, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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