WanderlustA Story by Norma M SuttonThoughts on the need to be in motion
What is this restlessness at my core?
Keeping me stationary no more. This yearning deep inside, a longing to again abide. To follow the rolling waves so strong, a trickling brook as it ebbs along.
To and fro I go. Type a word. Walk away. Room to room I roam waiting for the words to come. Outside falling rain beats a rhythm on the roof Whispering soft tales afar.
Is it East, West, North or South I will go. Inside my mind unfurled shimming oasis. Mountain tops so crisp and high, Desert plains warm and dry. Ocean waves so deep and blue, Distant green fields rolling in the wind.
As I sit in the suns last warming glow. Voices whisper deep inside, “Make haste, follow, leave this behind.” The winds blow around my head, “Race with us across magnificent spaces.” The birds arc through the sky, “It's time, It's time, fall is near, migrate with us, winter is near.”
So I sit and listen and watch and wait. New days to come, places to see, people to meet. Is it joy or sorrow this brings, the leaving of all known things. Tomorrow we travel, you and I, following paths yet unknown. © 2013 Norma M SuttonAuthor's Note
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Added on April 21, 2010Last Updated on January 25, 2013 AuthorNorma M SuttonBostic, NCAboutNorma Moore Sutton has written and published two children's books: The First Lamb and Harry Goes To The Fair She has written and published the first book in the Haunting Memories Series: Matthe.. more..Writing
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