The Roamers and the Seekers

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We’re the roamers and the seekers,
the practical romancers who swear to God
there’s no such thing as too much wonder.
We’re the stayers and the goers,
the ramblin’-rosers conceived in the
hot’n’heavy between homesteaders and gypsies.
(So you see why we insist there be hearths
and dancing. Its in our blood.)
We’re the hopers and the whistlers,
we’re the laughers and the weepers,
we’re the humdingers of the music and
the motion and the touch of madness needed
to be a man or a woman for all seasons.
We’re the finger-crossers, praying to be
remembered only for our rhetoric of gratitude.
Yes, we’re the hanger-oners to this oscillating
life of ours, ’cause breaking up is hard to do.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 

 

 

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8 Comments

  1. Alison on May 1, 2014 at 2:35 pm

    Some lovely sentiments in there, Mr Poet John. Never too much wonder.

  2. Gwen Acres on May 1, 2014 at 2:44 pm

    Beautifully evocative!!

  3. gypsysilhouette on May 1, 2014 at 6:13 pm

    Reblogged this on gypsy silhouette and commented:
    love love love

  4. wynnegraceappears on May 1, 2014 at 9:43 pm

    This either needs to be set to music, it’s got the makings of a great little ditty 🙂 or I need to raise my right hand and take an oath. This is a manifesto, a ballad, a poem, a song. This is a heart promise and a diatribe of love. Love it. This is perfection.

  5. Diana Trautwein on May 2, 2014 at 4:38 am

    I’m hangin’ on with you, John. Never too much wonder, even when discouragement sets in. Still room for wonder.

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