One Deep Breath: Adventure
Christine, over at Quiet Paths proposed this week's One Deep Breath theme. Thanks, Christine!
My vagabond feet
grow restless in the house,
long for muddy paths.
Adventure? You grin.
Holding hands, we set forth
who knows where?
Climbing old paths,
Imagining ox carts,
going the same way,
out the Old National Pike
Westward bound.
Warm springs bathe my feet,
soothe the aches of travel:
Adventure's reward.
My vagabond feet
grow restless in the house,
long for muddy paths.
Adventure? You grin.
Holding hands, we set forth
who knows where?
Climbing old paths,
Imagining ox carts,
going the same way,
out the Old National Pike
Westward bound.
Warm springs bathe my feet,
soothe the aches of travel:
Adventure's reward.
Labels: One Deep Breath, poetry
posted by Plain Foolish | 8:56 AM
7 Comments:
Beautiful. Vagabond used to be my favorite word. It disappeared. Nice to see it used again in such a wonderful way! Your first haiku pulls me in and holds me. Love it.
Fantastic! You expressed a variety of adventures. I really enjoyed going along....
vagabond feet...yes, that is what i have attached to me! i love traveling with my husband & your second is such a perfect capture of our best adventures.
Excellent story, well told and I love the vagabond feet too!
Oh my - big yes! I can't decide which - they all speak to me.
Beautiful words draw me into your adventure and keep me lingering still yet. Nice job. Keep up the good work.
vagabond feet?! I love it!
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