Wanderlust

I came by it honest,
This wanderlust.
Passed down from
Father to son.

A good mother
Taught me
To resist such
Flights of fancy;

Still, there are days...

My mind
Takes wing
And soars at
The wind's whim.

Reviews

[WithLoveandLoss.]

Such lovely, whimsical writing. I thoroughly enjoyed it!

[Corset]

A fellow Gypsy! Come fly with me ;) I loved this Icaros13!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Everything in moderation... I wrote a piece about myself called "Who I Am", and this one really reminds me of what I was attempting to convey. From my father's side I got the Irish whims of fancy, the rolling in green feilds and sometimes running when things get rough; my mother was always the moderator of reality. Now I am a part of both worlds, as are you. Nicely penned.

[Renée]

when the feet are planted ..it is nice to know "travel" isn't limited... Nice work !

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:: a mind that travels is the best kind of mind there can be...