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Of another age, another place.
A hedgerow wanderer who keeps to hidden paths
And remote fields,
Shuns the big towns but takes comfort
In a small village at the edge of the moor
Where he gather's dog ends and half eaten burgers
From the pub's bin,
All consumed with a natural need.
In summer he lays in the fields reciting poems
For the sun and singing songs for the wind,
Slips through a gap in the hedge
And there, surrounded by his every need,
He sleeps the sleep of the truly content.
As winter shows her season's teeth
He curses the rain with a gentle understanding.
And takes refuge in the barns of remote farms
Where he pulls his great coat around him
And wears the hay and straw like a beast in the comfort
Of a primeval dream.
And from the barn he looks out at the frost, the snow,
In silent contenplation of what might have been.
Dreams of springtime and the earth's renewal,
Yes, the tramp is a romantic reminder of another age,
Another time that I long to grasp. To hold. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 21 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 Aug 21, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Tramp.

Contributed by cashfan1 on Saturday, 21st August 2010 @ 09:05:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

The tramp is a romantic reminder
Of another age, another place.
A hedgerow wanderer who keeps to hidden paths
And remote fields,
Shuns the big towns but takes comfort
In a small village at the edge of the moor
Where he gather's dog ends and half eaten burgers
From the pub's bin,
All consumed with a natural need.
In summer he lays in the fields reciting poems
For the sun and singing songs for the wind,
Slips through a gap in the hedge
And there, surrounded by his every need,
He sleeps the sleep of the truly content.
As winter shows her season's teeth
He curses the rain with a gentle understanding.
And takes refuge in the barns of remote farms
Where he pulls his great coat around him
And wears the hay and straw like a beast in the comfort
Of a primeval dream.
And from the barn he looks out at the frost, the snow,
In silent contenplation of what might have been.
Dreams of springtime and the earth's renewal,
Yes, the tramp is a romantic reminder of another age,
Another time that I long to grasp. To hold.

Copyright © cashfan1 ... [ 2010-08-21 09:05:44]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Tramp. (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniellemarie on Saturday, 21st August 2010 @ 12:14:35 PM AEST
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great poem very different and refreshing, love the words expressed here.
-DanielleMarie-

Re: The Tramp. (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Sunday, 22nd August 2010 @ 02:14:00 AM AEST
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a very engaging and wistful observation of this social fringe dweller - but I dare say they never left. America is rife with them, and they are getting younger, as they are here in Oz. Perhaps they are not so poetic of spirit or elemental in there musings, but check the back lanes near your flat - I'm sure there will be one doing his business, or cursing at the moon!

Spike

Re: The Tramp. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 22nd August 2010 @ 04:12:07 PM AEST
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A very interesting poem, covering both the lure of nomadic existence and the shunning of eccentrics by society. Modern life has become antiseptic and we've become a herd of nodding sheep. If more people had the attitude of this welsh tramp, maybe we wouldn't be in this state.

-Phil

Re: The Tramp. (User Rating: 1 )
by thebadguy9999 on Sunday, 22nd August 2010 @ 05:43:53 PM AEST
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nice

Re: The Tramp. (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 24th August 2010 @ 08:10:44 AM AEST
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Ahhh the homeless made romantic. Here is a great line for me;

reciting poems
For the sun and singing songs for the wind

ming

Re: The Tramp. (User Rating: 1 )
by Elisabeth on Tuesday, 24th August 2010 @ 05:20:29 PM AEST
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Lovely! We should never forget how precious life is and be influenced by a simpler way of enjoying it. Should the wanderer ever take life for granted, we might as well be doomed.

Re: The Tramp. (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Wednesday, 25th August 2010 @ 07:11:31 AM AEST
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Hi Dennis,

Such were the tramps that I remember from
childhood - freespirited, reticent, camouflaged by
Nature and natural instincts, romantic nomads.
Must agree with Spike, however, many of today's
tramps are devoid of romanticism and mystique as
their habits are less savoury than in days of old -
but your excellent verse painted many bygone
visions. Well written, my friend!

Tommy

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