Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, VAGABOND'S VERSE, by GRAYCE COLE CLYMER


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VAGABOND'S VERSE, by                    
First Line: Not for me the bright, clean hearth nor a woman's clinging
Last Line: For I'm a vagabond -- set apart -- and my home's where I hang my hat!
Subject(s): Guilt; Homesickness; Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes


Not for me the bright, clean hearth nor a woman's clinging hands!
Give me the smell of pungent earth and the sweep of desert sands!
For within me lies a ceaseless yearn to wander, wander ever
Out where gypsy campfires burn; constant I am never!

Every morn when the blazing sun rises over the hill,
Rise I, too, and wander on, feeling my pulses thrill
To the wild delight of a vagrant breeze and a newer, stranger road,
Singing a drifter's melodies, carrying never a load
Of trouble or care. I'm fancy-free and wild as the western wave;
I take whatever comes to me, and it's little that I crave.

Alone I search for a Promised Land where chance and change may dwell,
But sometimes I think of a tender hand that clasped mine in farewell;
And then I curse my wayward heart -- but what is the good of that?
For I'm a vagabond -- set apart -- and my home's where I hang my hat!





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