Though I heard
we all end up
on this road.
It’s still miserable
to imagine the end.
So today, I choose
not be a relic.
And will go to see you,
in the summer field.
My mind is clear
on this.
A magpies death
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 