Poem

For the man who had to go miles before he could sleep........

In the dark and in the gloom
with clouds up above in the heavens,

marring the light

the full moon has to shine ,

i hear the wind drifting 

through the woods,

its a secret, yea a secret
is what i overhear,

which i am sure,

the wind wanted the gentle

leaves alone to hear,

its going to get colder

said the wind

for the winter is

around the corner,

for the winter is

around the corner,

"so,the winter is here" 

so i said, like a Lear,

I am a traveler,

with packed traps and springing strides

i travel,

like the seasons 

i travel,

winter or summer 

i don't bother 

but marvel, 

summer its hot

so what i care not,

I am a Traveler

i fear not the cold,

i fear not the winter

for i have no place to go

for i have no place to go,

the winter is around

the corner, though.

But its when

I heard the leaves rustle,

the winter is here,

the winter is here,

I wished the sweet pleasantness 

of the yesterdays

would stay with me all along,

night and day through the winter

till the spring came along,

but I am a traveler

so i travel

with packed traps and springing strides

and it better be where

i can spend the night,

it better be where

i can spend the night...