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Published: May 19, 2014

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The autumn leaves have turned to flame
The empty fields to early frost
And wanderlust has staked its claim
The broad horizon sings my name
To find my fortune and my fame
I seek the way that long was lost.

The wind, it smells of foreign things
And places I have never seen
It flies ahead on kestrel’s wings
Its voice upon the mountain rings
I chase what each new dawning brings
And seek to find the golden mean.

Each new turning in the way
Leads to what I cannot know
Stars unnamed light where I lay
And bid me on at break of day
To take me where, I cannot say
But I am called, and I must go.

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