Mantra
I think that I shall go to CasablancaPerhaps once there I shall not be alone
Though hobo roads uplift a nomads karma
I am weary and need to rest my bones
I never wished to live in Tipperary
Or Paris Rome Madrid or Amsterdam
I almost felt at home in the fair Sydney
But nomadic paths called to me again
I shall miss those friends I made in old Jakarta
And Bali's charm did once my spirit fill
But the open road and I sing a sonata
And wish to see the far side of the hill
Perhaps I shall not go Casablanca
For I have tread that sunny shore before
And I embrace the nomad's silent mantra
Never tread those roads I have tread before.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-11-21 at 14:58
Tags Wanderlust
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