Vagabonds

A poem for my Brother

Tumbleweeds tumble, which way the wind blows

Memories wither and fade

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

We return to that, which we are made,

 

We make the most of what this world gives

Endure all manner of strife

Feast or famine, glory or gloom

It’s the living that rewards life,

 

Many put down roots somewhere

Raise a family and build a home

Day by day, year after year

We gather them, so we won’t be alone,

 

But to some the wind is their guidepost

Follow where the tumbleweed goes

Here to there, then to now

Where they’ll be next, nobody knows,

 

Yesterday’s home is in their past

Tomorrow brings a whole new day

No place to be, just traveling free

They blow on in their unconcerned way,

 

So don’t try to tie them down, my friend

They’ll be gone with the very next breeze

On their way, never to stay,

Vagabonds, come and go as they please.

Author's Note

Brad works where the job takes him, travels all over the country with his friend "MOKI", the world famous Goldendoodle.

Reviews

[MsJewel]

A sweet and heartfelt tribute to your brother. I love the entire poem, but the last verse is my favorite..

This one leaves me wondering if there is anything you can't write about. You never cease to amaze me...so much talent my dear friend.

Hugs, Julie

[Trace]

You are too sweet. Thank you so very much for reading and commenting on this poem.
I am so glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you. Trace

[MadalaJose]

when i was reading this poem i was feeling a sense of freedom and confusion at the same time. I like the diversity.

[Trace]

Thank you so very much for your excellent comments and compliments on this poem.

Trace

[zephyr]

There is tremendous wisdom and the song of the should in this one … which way the tumbleweeds tumble, splendid.

[Trace]

Thank you so very much for reading and commenting on this poem.

Trace

[zephyr]

My pleasure. LOl, it should be song of the soul, not the should. Autocorrect, geez.

[Trace]

You wouldn't believe how many bad thing I have said that I didnt mean to say.

[Shekinah2015]

Never heard of Brad or MOKI or Goldendoodle. But the poem is pleasant to read.

[Trace]

Brad is my brother... MOKI is his dog which is a GOLDENDOODLE.
If you google: MOKI the Goldendoodle or go to you-tube you can see many videos of them on their Harley cruising the country.

Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem.

Trace

[Lydia Shutter]

For some, a life of constant change is the way to go. I know I could not handle it. Your poem paints a clear picture. It's obvious you and your brother understand one another and have a deep respect for each other. Your brother will love this one! Lydi**

[Trace]

Thank you so very much for your excellent comments and compliments.

Have a wonderful day.

Trace

[JayceeC]

Some people are just made for that type of life. I know a few. This is a wonderful piece thst does not demean your bothers choices, just fond acceptance and love. A very nice write and I love his poodle..does she really ride with him?

[Trace]

They love the freedom it gives them. Moki is a goldendoodle. Smartest dog I have ever met.
And yes he rides all over the country on the back of the bike.
To see videos of him just google: "MOKI GOLDENDOODLE VIDEOS"

Thank you for your wonderful comments and compliments on my poem.
Trace

[guy drori]

Wow, very nice ! Surely the difference between people who are more like trees, rooted to the ground, and those like the breeze who are in constant free motion. I liked your rhyming and enjabments.. It's true, some rely on "the wind" to take them in life and they are not rooted anywhere. This can deliver you great freedom and relief, yet can also deliver you sentiments such as loneliness.

[Trace]

The company that he works for sets them up to follow the jobs as needed as a superintendant.
He and his wife travel the country on their Harley Davidson's along with "Moki" the world famous Goldendoodle.
Thank you for the great comments on this piece.

Trace

[guy drori]

It was my pleasure reading....

[Dara]

"Yesterday's home is in their past, tomorrow brings a whole new day." There is something enviable in being able to live a life on the road, a gypsy of sorts. A wonderful tribute to an unforgettable person and his awesome traveling partner. I really enjoyed this Trace.

[Trace]

Thank you so very much for your excellent comments and wonderful compliments.

Trace

[Kelly Scheppers]

Brotherly love is such a wonderful thing. Your words enlighten my mood and warm my heart...

[Trace]

Thank you my friend for your wonderful comments on this poem.

Trace