The Wanderer/The Wandering (poem)

Taken near Elk Mound, WI

-The Wandering-

I had wandered too far, I knew that now

I’ll never get back to where I was

My belly gurgles, it’s well past empty

I’ll try this way…no that way…

None of them seem to be the right way

I’ll just keep going

Keep trekking

Keep wandering

Maybe I’ll try this way now

Or that way

~D.A. Stanley

Downriver Summer