Happy Saturday!
The Traveller
I met a traveller from the hills of Spain.
His face was whiskered and dried from the sun.
He wore thick tan boots and his tattered shirt, undone.
I held his bags while he re-buttoned, helping to ease his strain.
I noticed he was wearing a heavy, scratched gold chain,
with a dangling pendant of a gun.
I asked his reason but he had none,
‘Just a family heirloom’ he exclaimed.
We walked to a bar and sat awhile,
listening to his tales, tribulations and trials.
The old man’s black eyes were knowledgeable and wise,
His skin mottled and beaten, unlike his spirit
Which dazzled as he spoke through his battered guise.
Any story he was willing to share, I was eager to hear it.
Is this your creation or did somebody else pen it? It is lovely all the same.
ReplyDeleteHope your evening was fabulous as you will prob read this when you get back from concert with the best boys in the world <3
Yes I wrote it! Going to ring you now :) x
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