Sunday, October 2, 2011

Wander Lust

Just another day you say
But it’s not same for me
The sky blows other winds my way
I taste the scent of sea

Yesterday, this place was fine
But as the birds fly from the West
My heart calls with a wander lust
My feet yearn for a quest

Each year there is a single day
When summer gives to fall
Each fiber of my body says
To follow nomadic call

And year after year I hold
To home, family and friends
I hold hard to life that I do love
‘Til the call of wander lust ends

Ken Goree

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