The Tramp.
Tuesday 17th June 2014 11:00 Poet's Corner Posted by Anna Fletcher

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Along the country lane he ambled,

Between the hedges that were brambled.

Not a care for what the towns did do,

Not one thought for the likes of me and you.

 

Rates, taxes, mortgages too,

He didn’t have a clue.

A razor blade he knew not,

Yet he was clean as a baby in a cot.

 

Better clothes on a scarecrow I had seen,

He knew where he was going, knew where he had been.

He joked all day, humour he did not lack,

He talked to nature, nature answered him back.

 

No newspapers, no television,

Of life he had an inward vision.

Wonders of the world he had seen,

I wish that tramp I had been.

 

Les White.