The Walker
I WALK ALONE AND EAT ALONE WITH NO-ONE BY MY SIDE,
DRIVERS SHAKING THEIR HEADS AT ME AS I TURN DOWN EVERY RIDE.
FOR IN A CAR OR IN A TRUCK YOU JUST CAN NOT SEE ENOUGH,
I WOULD RATHER WALK THIS COUNTRY ALONE THIS COUNTRY THAT’S SO ROUGH.
TO SEE THE MORNING SUN RISE FROM ATOP ITS EARTHY BED,
TO FEEL ITS MIGHTY HEAT AS IT RESTS ABOVE MY HEAD.
THE SOUNDS OF ALL THAT’S OUT HERE IS ALL I EVER NEED,
IT’S WHEN IM ALONE OUT HERE I FEEL THAT I’VE BEEN FREED.
FREED FROM ALL THE NOISES AND HASSELS OF CITY LIFE,
OUT HERE I CAN DO AS I LIKE AND NEVER GET IN STRIFE.
TO SEE THE NIGHT TIME FALL AND THE STARS BEGIN TO SHINE,
YOU CAN LOOK IN ANY PICTURE BOOK BUT A PRETTIER PICTURE YOU’LL NOT FIND.
SO IF YOU CARE TO TAKE A DRIVE ALONG THIS GREAT OLD TRACK,
YOU HAD BETTER PACK ALL YOUR THINGS FOR YOU WILL NEVER WANT TO TURN BACK.
AND IF YOU’RE DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD AND A WALKER YOU DO SEE,
DON’T BOTHER TO STOP TO OFFER A LIFT BECAUSE IT’LL PROBABLY ME ONLY ME.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
I have walked/Backpacked over 11,000 kilometres in Australia since my first walk at 14yo, Adelaide-Tenant Creek, and the one thing that kept me company was my writing of Aussie poems, this was one of my best because it summed it up exactly.
Comments (7)
The thought has crossed my mind a few times too. Maybe I could do it on my pushbike.
Kathy
and ??????????? Is the result lol
Thanks for sharing.
Elle.