Nomads in No-Mans Land

As I walk through the valley,
I see the plane.
The land of gold and grain.
A place of peace and safety,

Home to the sanctuary
Which humbly captures
Weary travelers for days
Or years
To mend their aching bones,
To write their stories,
Paint their pictures.
Where have they been?

The travelers, they leave in groups,
Like a pack of wolves,
Until they split.
Nomads in no-mans land,
The barren plains
or the Highest mountains,
The shallow waters
Or overgrown fields,
They leave their mark,
And write their story

Where have they been?

Nomads in No-Mans Land

Matthew Perry

Clinton Township, United States

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Just on my mind.

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