I haven't written any poetry or stories for FAR too long - simply haven't had time, what with so much to do at uni. So here's the first thing I've written that isn't university-based for...FAR too long. Pacing, Pacing, On through the night, Never stopping, always in flight, With beaten brow and bent back, With cloak of grey and heavy pack. Onwards, Onwards, On through the day, Never to stop, never to stay, With staff in hand and hat on head A force of nature, by nature led. Whisper, whisper Through the trees Ivy creeping round his knees, He listens then and stops to smile, Then carries on, mile after mile. And who is he, This adventurer bold, Who never stops, come heat or cold He is the dawn, he is the night, He is the dark, he is the light. He is the adventurer, bold and free. He is you ? and he is me.

Quite enjoyable!

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WOW! I loved it

I really like it. That`s how a poem should be

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