Being free, the fun felt good
Clouded, altered, a long way from home
Hoofed on many roads chosen
And all about places known
From which to go onward, and roam
Being a drifter, wandering by foot
After all these past years yonder
Still remembering old times wander
© daniel miltz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Daniel, such a fine poem..10+++