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Oct 2011
wander and Roam – traveling show
far and w i d e You will go.
At the end. I hope You find
Here i am every time.

Young and FREE, You don’t know any more than me
And i’m
  lost and sometimes      lonely,
but at the end. i know i’ll find
there You are every time.

roads that wind. eyes. closed.
people watch from miles away.
they talk, run their mouths all about You and me
          trivial words - - calloused feet and unkept hair
I can’t bring myself to care.

Everywhere You go i want to be.
gone sometimes i know i’ll find You,
but at the end come back to me.
  Patiently waiting bent over a scratched sheet
is where i’ll be.

crisp and clean. cotton.
only to be ripped to shreds.
Unmended then you’ll go.
   Come back and you’ll find. they are as before-
The work of two can’t be done alone.

Take me away to fields of green.
Take me away to streets of gold.
Take me away to deserts of sand.
Take me away to a sea so vast.

Take me
take me       never to return.
blue     and     blue     and     blue     and green. all the world i want to see.
Your eyes, I think, they see it differently.

golden     golden     golden sand. must mean more if i can hold Your hand.

anywhere anywhere anywhere You are. there i am too.

whisper to me when You come HOME
I hope HOME is always with me.
Happy and fortunate I hope You live
Young and FREE I hope You stay.

Do what You must to go Your own way
     be Your own, never sway.

Don’t look back, always ahead.

find me, find me in the end.
Margaret Bailey Turner
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