The Hobo walks a lonely road,
a poor soul carried by the breeze,
his memories his only load,
the only thing the blind man sees.

A poor soul carried by the breeze,
his guide the ripples of a stream,
the only thing the blind man sees,
are places such as this.A dream.

His guide the ripples of a stream,
the blind man walks,his prayers a song,
are places such as this a dream?
to find a place to be,belong.

The blind man walks,his prayers a song,
his memories his only load,
to find a place to be,belong,
the Hobo walks a lonely road....



My 1st attempt at a Pantoum, hope u like!

The Bricklayer constructs well.