Perpetual Kid
My little brother was hard to tie down,
and after his rambles through country and town,
hangry and dirty, he plopped in a chair,
and enclosed in his pants cuffs and stuck in his hair
were tree leaves and grass stalks and pollen from flowers
that accompanied him home after hours and hours
of wandering aimless inspecting the world
where all of the wonders of life were unfurled.
A junior adventurer, he would not change.
Even grown up, his travels would range
from border to border as yearly he tended
to follow adventures that never have ended.
From China to Africa, from pole to pole,
to see the whole earth has become his goal.
Yet year after year, when he’s through he comes home
where his sister is waiting with cook pot and comb
to fill up his tummy and clean the man up.
For in every lone wolf remains traces of pup!
Prompts for today are ramble, hangry, enclosed, tend and junior.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I love that comment: For in every lone wolf remains traces of pup!
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Ha.. Is that true of you, Lou?
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Good one Judy.
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Leaves and brambles in my hair do get in, but my hair is on my head, not on my chin.
Great one Judy, well done poem and well said too~!
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Such brothers are certainly a big blessing for their sisters 🙂
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Yes. Alas, I never had a brother…
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Oh my!
This is just fiction, then?
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Alas yes. Sorry. Storytelling.
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😀
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A fun fellow. I’d love to travel the world, my wallet will never allow it though. Hmm… How to successfully rob a bank! Just homage to your brother well done.
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