The
Wanderer
I
walk the woods and the hills…
I
travel in ice, sleet, and snow…
No
reason or rhymes just go…
Hot
or cold, night or day, across the mountains and fields…
Some
say I am crazy, born that way…
Some
laugh and throw stones…
Try
to break my OLE bones…
These
I move out of harms way…
I
have seen it all, people good and kind, others not so fine…
Not
that I am not that tall…
2
foot, a boy measured me once beside a wall…
Never,
ever, hardly ever, do I travel in a straight line…
Sometimes
I bark and wag my tail…
When
I see a pretty lady besides my trail…
Just
to let her know…
Although
I am a dog, living a dog's life, I love her also…
kooldude
