I am that fool, that wanders here and there,
astray from paths defined, the devil, aye, maycare.
Ill walk off centre and defy the crows,
confused as to the time I waste,
I’ll walk alike the devil cast astray,
without limits and ne’er in haste..
The sights I see are many, beautiful and vast;
the picture of beloved nature perfect as its cast.
The shoes I’ll walk till threadbare,
the measure of my folly trod;
my lungs are filled with autumn air,
The kiss of natures God.
And thus my journey ever, the memories my hoard,
I cannot rest in one place, the Devil walks abroad.








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