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HOBO

All he needs in his old rucksack

HOBO

He was a man marked out to roam
In his late teens when he leaves home
Boots on his feet coat on his back
All he needs in his old rucksack

Along footpaths and country lanes
Walks everywhere sunshine or rain
Nothing he wants nothing he lacks
All he needs in his old rucksack

Up mountains high down valleys low
To any place on earth he’ll go
From north to south from east to west
By his wanderlust possessed

He’ll get a job if he has to
And earn enough to see him through
A long time since he slept in bed
A pillow soft beneath his head

Until he dies he’ll ramble round
Sky for a roof his bed the ground
Born to be free sun on his back
All he needs in his old rucksack

Born to be free sun on his back
All he needs in his old rucksack

@ rowland paul hill  15 September 2019 v.7

(Inspired in part by hobos. Travelers
Leon Ray Livingstone and Jack London)
 

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Angel

I can relate to your poem 
at one point in my life I was a hobo angel.

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