Tumble Weed Poem by brendan hall

Tumble weed tumble weed
I'm going to find the sea
This desert is no place for me
I'm going home

I will tumble on
Until the nights turned black
Well the odds are certainly
Stacked against me

The ocean calls i finally will be
In a place to call my own
A million endless miles
I will call them all my home

These million endless miles
I can't wait to roam
So I see them now they are so blue
The stars how bright they' shine

Well this little tumble weed
Oh how he did cry
He needed out of that old desert
The close to him have died

So now he is smiling
He is free
He is blowing into the sea
How magnificent of a journey
This old tumble weed