Tuesday, May 09, 2006


Originally uploaded by stogscrow.
Not a thing except my pack
I'm headed to a far away land
Nothing here for lookin back
I'm headed to a far away land
Nothing in back except my tracks
I'm headed to a far away land
How will I know when I arrive
I'm headed to a far away land
No one to meet no one to greet
I'm headed to a far away land

I'm headed to a far away land

Make of it, What you will!



Blogger Teri C said...

I love this! The serenity, the start of a new adventure. Really great job on the sketch and the words.

2:03 PM  
Blogger Alina Chau said...

Lovely illo!! There's a nice poetic quality to it!!

4:13 PM  
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6:17 PM  
Blogger Joy Eliz said...

This is great!!! It reminds me of a Union Soldier.
You should write song lyrics...your good!

12:48 PM  
Blogger cristosova said...

You are raising my Wanderlust, that´s for sure. I can hear the sound to this poem, a humming while walking. I am a big walker. There are days I could go on and on and on and only stop because I know the further I keep walking, the longer it takes to get back, and I rather walk forward than backward.

Thanks for your recent best comment ever! :)

1:13 AM  
Blogger Ellen said...

I love the "nothing in back except my tracks." What a great thought. Life is such an adventure, isn't it?

9:36 PM  
Blogger ian russell said...

hey, nice poetry with your great illustration! journeys always evoke a sense of freedom in me, it doesn't matter where you go or how you go - like walking is a great metaphor for living but trains are good too, sort of being in the same spot and watching the world pass your window.

and far away gets closer everyday.

3:20 AM  

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