Posted in Inspirational, Nature

The Search

He hears the call beckoning as the sun stands tall overhead.
He arms himself with water and pedals.
The whizz of his wheels as the tar escapes below…

He must go.
He must search.

He follows the device’s direction
He climbs through the tangle of branches and vines
The nettles lash out with stings.
The lines on his legs are the evidence.

He must go.
He must search.

The sweat of his brow
Drenches his skin and shirt.
The words etched on the fabric
“Eat well, travel often.”
The command so compelling.

He must go.
He must search.

He lifts up rocks
Carries his bike
Looks in bushes
He covers ground
He hears his heart’s song:

I’m alive!

He must go.
He will find.

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Author:

I am an aspiring and up and coming writer. Dubbed the wondering wanderer. Do come check out my stories.

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