The Nomad

The dusty trail the nomad walks

Beyond voluptuous valleys

Across fields of sun burnt pastures

The chaotic world left behind


With no one in sight

He walks without sound or murmur

In quiet contemplation of that he has left

And of the future unknown


With each step of his worn boots

The weight lifts from his past left behind

The burden of his pack easier to manage


He carries all the worldly possessions he needs

His life, his beliefs, his future

In his tattered overladen backpack


Storms, winds, burning days he has faced

His face weather beaten

His clothes threadbare

But his heart is joyous and light


When he started his journey he had no idea where it would lead

He has accepted it has no end

That is the life of the Nomad

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