Way the wonderful world.
An earthy man am I.
To go round by foot,
and an occasional sigh.
Well shod and footsore,
I tromp about the land.
Walking here to there
in dirt, mud, and sand.
A sturdy cloak for winter,
breezy tunic under sun.
Always right, my clothing.
That is how it's done.
As I walk I read.
As I walk I write.
Some call this crazy.
I must be a sight.
Walk slow and ponder.
Much thinking done.
Sometimes daydream,
and other mental fun.
Just call me wanderer,
as I walk along.
Perhaps sing this poem,
making me a song.
Konrad
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