Wandering Poems
Ramblin' Rouge
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.
Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit;
And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit.
Rouge frequented every room, as if aware that it was her dwelling, too;
Like the blue hours of glittering sun, when purple butterflies follow you.
Famished friends came to dinner, and ofttimes elderly neighbor, Franklin;
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Wandering soul
by Josie Winn
Each step of my journey
Leads me further on
Through the endless field
I lose track of my steps
Till they’re gone
But I must move on
The sun shines
Its rays only burn
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Wandering
by Mary-Joy Hutch
I am lost,
But am I found?
Have I found solid ground?
Even though you’re not around,
I am wandering,
Towards the sound of a heartbeat,
Under dull streetlights is this where we meet?
Ramblin' Rouge
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.
Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit;
And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit.
Rouge frequented every room, as if aware that it was her dwelling, too;
Like the blue hours of glittering sun, when purple butterflies follow you.
Famished friends came to dinner, and ofttimes elderly neighbor, Franklin;
......
Wandering soul
by Josie Winn
Each step of my journey
Leads me further on
Through the endless field
I lose track of my steps
Till they’re gone
But I must move on
The sun shines
Its rays only burn
......
Wandering
by Mary-Joy Hutch
I am lost,
But am I found?
Have I found solid ground?
Even though you’re not around,
I am wandering,
Towards the sound of a heartbeat,
Under dull streetlights is this where we meet?
