A Wanderer Passing Through

In bleak and dreary

time and space

I am a wanderer passing through

 

I ask for nothing

in my travels

but to sojourn here with you

 

I will not tarry

very long

for there are many miles hence

 

By horse or wagon

or by foot

through deserts dry and forests dense

 

Over mountains

miles high

on places rough where one can slip

 

Through valleys deep

and hollows dark

no easy passage on this trip

 

And you are welcome

stranger, friend

to take this journey by my side

 

For this old weary

vagabond

of loneliness would stem the tide

 

Whichever way

your choice will go

this traveler shall soon depart

 

For I must wander

'til I find

that place of rest inside my heart

 

 

© Mike Wise

3/21/14

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