world traveler

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world traveler

Traveled the world,explored the seas
open my mind,to create some ease
talked to the pioneers to visit my past
these choices i make I surley outlast
my greatest obression was sealed with fear

opened and read for the world to hear
watched and felt never pushed
my flowers are dead now i grow into a wild bush.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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