From Roam To Home Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Where do you rest..North to South, or East to West
The fields and the mountains, 'In God Do I Trust'
Wherever my foot steps, for wander I must
At the rise of the sun, night stars twinkle still
The rivers and streams, the lakes and the hill
The leaves be my bedding, my blanket the sky
Soft life me not choose, for me not apply
A log for my pillow, green branches surround
For me other living could never be found
The sun gives me promise, and the moon
way up high
The rains be my bathing, if streams not nearby
The snows in the winter, so cold and so white
No sweetheart to warm me, nor me to hold tight
The spring, then the summer, and soon to be fall
To dread not the thought, when winter takes all
Forever and always to drift with the tide
So lonely, rejected, forgotten abide
And this be my longing, someday to go home
In deep sleep, to rest
No more must I roam