The Traveller He walks the ground without a sound. He never stays in one spot, yet he stops to look a lot. He sees much more than a common man who just stays put in his own land. He can tell you more than most, because he's been from coast to coast. If he ever begins a tale, listen up, for without fail comes the day he must set sail.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
I discovered a stash of childhood poems in an old folder from creative writing class in high school. This is one of those poems.
Look Ma! No Hands!
Look Ma! No Hands! is D.L. Lang's fourth poetry book, containing old poetry from old papers once forgotten, and new poems from a surge of inspiration. This 150 page poetry collection is part fantasy, part autobiography, part prayer book, part honoring my inner child, part Jewish, part hippie, part Oklahoma, part California.