Charles’ light-hearted creativity has been an inspiration. I’m not a professional writer but do technical sales and.. well not nearly enough travel for fun. But I thought the following might be appreciated by a fellow vagabond.
When to Go or When to Stay
Once there was a man who followed his feet.
He followed them first out into the street. And although there was much going on in his head, he wanted to lead by his feet quite instead. So on he began in a happier state. He couldn’t believe he had lessened his fate.
All the friends he had known saw nothing of harm, as he wandered around while the sun was still warm. But late in the fall when his feet started to slow the watchers were few and it started to snow. Food was no problem, through the orchards he wound. So he just kept on walking through the country and town.
They found him in spring where the road tops the hill. He had apparently stopped up under the sill of an old cabin abandoned, but standing there still.
It’s where his feet led him when he gave them the lead. And at the top of this hill they were done with their deed. If only he knew that he could have said no to the urge of his feet when he thought they said go.
Here is another one for prospective vagabonds, courtesy of
Doctor Suess, aka Theodore Geisel:
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed.
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
If you would like to be a “working vagabond” but not have to
pay for it, check out my blog:
September 16th, 2009 at 12:10 pm
Charles’ light-hearted creativity has been an inspiration. I’m not a professional writer but do technical sales and.. well not nearly enough travel for fun. But I thought the following might be appreciated by a fellow vagabond.
When to Go or When to Stay
Once there was a man who followed his feet.
He followed them first out into the street. And although there was much going on in his head, he wanted to lead by his feet quite instead. So on he began in a happier state. He couldn’t believe he had lessened his fate.
All the friends he had known saw nothing of harm, as he wandered around while the sun was still warm. But late in the fall when his feet started to slow the watchers were few and it started to snow. Food was no problem, through the orchards he wound. So he just kept on walking through the country and town.
They found him in spring where the road tops the hill. He had apparently stopped up under the sill of an old cabin abandoned, but standing there still.
It’s where his feet led him when he gave them the lead. And at the top of this hill they were done with their deed. If only he knew that he could have said no to the urge of his feet when he thought they said go.
Lindell Bates
September 16, 2008
May 9th, 2010 at 9:38 pm
Here is another one for prospective vagabonds, courtesy of
Doctor Suess, aka Theodore Geisel:
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed.
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
If you would like to be a “working vagabond” but not have to
pay for it, check out my blog:
otherguysdime.wordpress.com