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the wanderer goes where no one knows

it searches far and near

 
never meeting friend nor fighting foe

it has never known to fear

  
the wanderer can visit places

that man will never see

 
and as it leaves you'll find no traces

it was never meant to be

 
so in some eternal time unknown

as it ends its quest

 
the wanderer will itself put down

and forever be at rest

Email ponart about this poem or pictures

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The Wanderer was a poem I wrote associated with an oil painting that I gave to a friend and his (future) wife in 1976. I do not remember the painting not do I have a picture of it. I lost contact with him shortly afterward and I know he has since passed away. Here is the entire post image plus 2 more from a very memorable kayak trip in Utah’s Canyonlands.

Reference: Collection 2, Poem ID= 80