Yeah, I seem to be writing a story told in verse as a succession of poems about these two guys …
Another Step Down the Road
One foot in front of the other,
under dark sky as I seek.
The cold is becoming my lover
and hunger an enemy to cheat.
I set out in search of adventure,
escape from the burden of land,
freedom from all expectations,
and work I could take in my hand.
Instead I’ve been cold, wet and hungry.
I sleep under stars all alone.
Yet still open road’s voice will call me
while her breath leaves me chilled to the bone.
Here’s a companion poem to the one I posted yesterday:
Wanderer, wanderer where do you go,
all alone on the road when the wild winds blow?
Where did you come from and why did you leave,
who are the loved ones you left home to grieve?
Hunched in your cloak with your pack on your back,
bent almost double by the weather’s attack,
you pass by my hovel. I stare out at you.
When will I ever bid loved ones adieu?
Held to a life of hard labor and toil,
grubbing for greens as I turn over soil,
I dream of far shores and adventures galore,
yet never will I set a foot out my door.