Way That He Wanders

Life is a journey that we all embark on. Each road has different forks to take that we know nothing of what is at the end of the road. For those that have the wanderlust it is sometimes a perilous expedition. Sometimes the road we chose can be adventurous and pleasing. Down each fork awaits love, laughter, sadness, memories to be made, tears to be shed, dreams to be fulfilled, dreams to be shattered. All of these await us as fate and destiny take our hand and walk beside us. This poem, this story, is one man’s passage in the way that he wanders.

Way That He Wanders

Any man can be a lonely man in the way that he wanders,
Betting on forgetting all the troubles, he knew – moving onwards.

Even as a young lad, he had been wild with a wandering soul,
Trail was sometimes narrow in the way that he wanders stroll.

Way that he wanders never knowing that the trail could be wrong,
He was a man of poetry and could sing it in a wanderlust song.

His story did not always go as he had pictured in his mind,
When he loved, he loved with all the chaos that made him blind.

Wherever he goes, whoever he loves, becomes part of him somehow,
Way that he wanders memories in his heart are always allowed.

Dark of the night, or sunshiny days he will always ponder,
If the fair wind blows in in his life and the way that he wanders.

Finding in this journey the less he needs the better, he feels,
Into the mountains, rolling under the stars is how he heals.

One foot in front of the other in the – way that he wanders dictate,
His story ought to have been different, but he left it up to fate.

Kurt James
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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 5 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition) all are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 7th Colorado adventure tale novel “When the Song Vanishes”.

8 thoughts on “Way That He Wanders

  • January 31, 2020 at 9:52 AM
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    The wanderlust can lead to so many places and situations. My eldest brother had the wanderlust and we never knew for sure where he was or when we would see him. He usually would just “pop in” at Mom’s house about once a year or so. Then the word would go out and we would all gather for supper and later sit around to listen to him play guitar and sing country songs for us. I love your poem, Kurt – it sure brings good memories back for me of my brother.

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  • January 31, 2020 at 6:59 PM
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    Wow, what a wonderful memory Phyllis. I am glad this piece brought it forth for you to enjoy.

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  • February 5, 2020 at 11:39 AM
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    Isnt that the way it’s supposed to go. Let fate take the wheel. Destination unknown. Great piece Kurt.

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    • February 5, 2020 at 12:42 PM
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      Obviously fate takes the wheel if we like it or not – some just have a tad more control than others though.

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  • February 7, 2020 at 3:19 AM
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    This sort of rings a bell with me, Kurt. We were all allocated a theme song in high school and mine was “the Wanderer” by Bobby Darren Dion I think, so that sort of became my nickname for awhile. I still can’t really work out how I got it lol. Nice poem.

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    • February 9, 2020 at 4:45 PM
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      The song the Wanderer was one of my favorite songs – hell it still is. You must have been a player back in the day John…lol…

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  • February 8, 2020 at 8:14 AM
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    Kurt this poem reminds me of my late twenties. I spent some time wandering through Montana. Glacier is my Mecca. Thank you for the read. Jamie

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    • February 9, 2020 at 4:46 PM
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      Montana and Glacier is fascinating places Jaime. Thanks for stopping by.

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