6 Landscapes – 5

Fat guide
Gait feud —
No matter how
I rearrange the letters,
I’m just tired, exhausted;
This long path, high grass,
And those receding mountains
Mock me. I’ve gone wrong,
Stumbled, and worked myself lost:
But all of it
I do,
And would again,
For the love of the land,
For love of the journey,
For knowing,
While life beat me down,
It never

Beat me

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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