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WANDER LUST
Too well trodden is my path that I tread,
I want to see sights about which I have read,
Although surrounded by beauty every day
I need more stimulus to come my way.
A voice is calling me loud and so very clear,
Offering adventures saying it can be very near,
Far off places, each one calling me by name,
Freedom and beauty be mine, but are not the same
As finding new sights to see knowledge to gain,
See different birds and animals all around me,
A soul with wander lust is hard to set free.
Give me the open sea, a firm deck beneath my feet
Many new friends I still have to know and meet,
Ride a camel across the dry, hot desert sand,
Learn cultures found in many a distant land.
Too well trodden is my road, yet I must stay,
And maybe wander afar on some magical day.
I seemed to have settled in one wonderful place,
Yet my wandering spirit wants to go off apace.
Find wild jungles or deep forest unseen by man,
I don’t suppose I will ever fulfill my wandering plan.
So I will continue to wander along the same ways,
Even though my wander lust constantly stays,
I will dream and imagine places far, far away
And in my dream sail to them at the close of the day.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 30, 2002