Down the Wagon Trail

My first attempt at writing poetry.

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Some days I feel,

we are a top the wheels

of a wagon trail,

searching for our Holy Grail.

Our West is South,

from town to town.

Leaving useless goods,

never to be found.

Break downs happen,

back-tracking the trail,

our journey has slowed, 

but we will not fail.

Wagon wheel is broken,

Oxen must rest,

Recalculation is spoken,

must continue the quest. 

Our fortitude is strong,

we will continue on, 

Down the Wagon Trail.

Author: Ficklefifty

I am a graduate of Mercer University, Bachelor of Arts, 2001, with a concentration in Sociology. I love travel, camping and the simple things in life. I'm intrigued by the human condition and all it's complexities. Some call me direct, I describe myself as a realist. My greatest gift is to have my best friend, and the love of my life by my side and along for the ride.

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