Leather Tramp's Lament
Author: irishrebel75
Awake in the morning with dew on my boots
Without a person in sight, a day fresh and new
Lace up my boots, another day on the trail
Pack on my back, another drifter without a care
My thumbs my companion, the road is my only friend
The traveling song on my lips can see me till the end
Cars pass me by, I can see the drivers'desperation
But it matters little to me, it's the trip, not the destination
I could walk all day, with my boots keeping the beat
To the song in my heart, taking in everything I see
Where will I sleep tonight, a field or a shack?
I don't really care, cause my home is on my back
Without a person in sight, a day fresh and new
Lace up my boots, another day on the trail
Pack on my back, another drifter without a care
My thumbs my companion, the road is my only friend
The traveling song on my lips can see me till the end
Cars pass me by, I can see the drivers'
But it matters little to me, it's the trip, not the destination
I could walk all day, with my boots keeping the beat
To the song in my heart, taking in everything I see
Where will I sleep tonight, a field or a shack?
I don't really care, cause my home is on my back
Nature
Nature is mighty
Nature is strong
Nature is usually always right
Nature is rarely ever wrong
Nature is beauty
Nature is moody
Nature is smart
Nature always has the greater part
Nature is blue
Nature is green
Nature is every color possibly seen
Nature is true
Nature is beaming
Nature is dreaming
Nature is in every place
Nature is always with grace
Nature is true
Nature is you
Nature is me
Nature will forever be free.
Nature is strong
Nature is usually always right
Nature is rarely ever wrong
Nature is beauty
Nature is moody
Nature is smart
Nature always has the greater part
Nature is blue
Nature is green
Nature is every color possibly seen
Nature is true
Nature is beaming
Nature is dreaming
Nature is in every place
Nature is always with grace
Nature is true
Nature is you
Nature is me
Nature will forever be free.
Michael Carlson
On the first poem it talks about how a leather tramp usually starts his morning until night. It also talks about what occurs during his travel in the road and how they meet up with people as they pass by in their cars. This relates to how McCandless would tramp on the road, as well as how he would find food. Chris would always be searching for a spot to stay at for the night. This relates to me a little when I was in El Salvador traveling with my mom and nephew, just that I would have a place to stay at such as a hotel.
On the second poem it talks about how nature is beautiful and wonderful experience. I am pretty sure that Chris would enjoy reading this poem because Chris loves nature. Nature will forever be free just how Chris would like it to be. Without having nature, Chris would not be able to tramp around the country. This relates to me when I used to travel with my parents over the summer. I would really see how people say how nature is beautiful. I would see a family of many animals such as deers and fox. I would enjoy to visit these wonderful places, but i would not live in it.
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