Author: VelvetSea

Words: 130

Random poem that I sent out to a contest. One of my first real poems, actually.

Wanderlust

Discovering new things,

Makes for a newness in your soul.

Finding new roads,

New places,

New people,

All seem like old friends.

The stream running through the backwoods.

The café,

Full of regulars and

The atmosphere of

Welcome.

The perfect place to

Sit and write and

Read and talk is

In your own backyard,

If you open up to

The freshness of it all.

The reflection of the moon,

Liquid silver on the

Soft-flowing brook.

The sound of the wind

Through the oaks and

Pines and birches.

A chime of pure beauty,

More glamorous than any

Manmade one.

That makes you stop

And think of

What is,

What could be,

And what will be.

The future is yours,
If you let yourself

Have it,

Hold it,

Shape it,

Become it.