A Poem – We Are The Vagabond

We are the vagabond, We wander place to place With derelict aplomb And apogee of grace. We are the vagabond, We are what we are. But soon again we drift along And chase our endless star! We are the vagabond, And who are you to judge? Our hate of higher echelon – The venom ofContinue reading “A Poem – We Are The Vagabond”

A Poem – Praha

Let me tell of a place in a country called Czech, A proud Bohemian feast. Cast your eyes high and crane your neck, At the spires in Europe’s East. Ancient roads on the river Vltava Where artists, musicians can’t help but admire. Compared, there’s no city in Europe they’d rather And the hundred spires reachContinue reading “A Poem – Praha”