Down and out
Walking about
Idly road into road
Taking in the views
I don’t need an abode.

Sitting in font of a
Shop window is
Not for me,
My view
is what I do.

Sights and sounds
The enigma of stone
I walk these islands
Never alone.

The roads
And the hills
Are my family
The more I wander
The more I see.

Into the cities
Into the towns
Lovely people
With rutted frowns,
Hustling cars
Not going far,
Noisy sounds
Coming from bars,
All this **** will
Leave me
****** scarred.