I Wander About
I wander about
like a fish out of water
in the surf blue sea
Me a traveler
in the congress of gray rocks
where carcajous howl
A vacant lot mind
wavered in the breeze empty
land soul never rests
Heart sighs seeks haven
warm breasts of the beloved
in my country home
I see the river
boatmen singing love ballad
flows out of water
Out of Water - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Sheri Fresonke Harper
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