Poem: Legacy deep

I’m just a simple wanderer
walking down dirt roads
with the sun high on my back
or rain battering the shelter above
days beginning to blend
with the setting of another
a simple act that’s repeated itself
over millennia unknown
who knows how many feet have tread the Earth
I now stand upon
their thoughts gazing up at the sparkling night
whether they knew or not
what history may note down
of men and beast and conquered things
what legacy, I, human, shall leave
on footprints set now in concrete
that denies Earth’s very instinct
to grow and nurture things green,
things that breathe.
Such a heavy legacy indeed
of wanderers and nomads brief.

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I'm a writer of stories I'd love to read. I dream of being a best-selling author one day, but don't we all? I'd also love to work as a scriptwriter in Hollywood. Dreams that seem impossible really, but I'm gutsy/dumb enough to try. l love all things paper and pen. Believe me, I collect them. I write novels, poems and scripts. I paint. I have two Kindle novels, In Strange Company, and Charming Mr. Stewart on Amazon.com Follow me and my progress on my blog, www.papermashed.com, on Twitter @evacharya, Facebook 'Author/Filmmaker- Eva Acharya', and sign up for my email.

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