He was a man marked out to roam
Still in his teens when he leaves home
Boots on his feet clothes 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 a 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
With 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
@ rowland paul hill 30 August 2019 v.6
(Inspired in part by hobos/travelers
Leon Ray Livingstone and Jack London