Sunday, April 22, 2007

Inside the heart of a vagabond

West of the sunset stands my house
There and east of the dawn
North to the Arctic runs my yard
South to the Pole my lawn
Seven seas to sail my ships
To the ends of the earth and beyond
Drifter's gold is for me to spend
for I am a swashbuckling vagabond

Fabulous cities are mine to loot
Queens of the earth to wed
Fruits of the world are mine to eat
The couch of a king my bed
All that I see is mine to keep
Foolish the fancy seems
But I am rich with the wealth of sights
The coin of the realm of dreams