Many of us are born with a wandering soul. Β That insatiable desire to always see what is pastΒ the next mountain peak or what potential beauty awaits around the next bend of the river, drives one’s life. Β Some may view these dreamers to never be satisfied or unable to “settle” in one place, but I see them as entrepreneurs, explorers, and kindred spirits.
This poem is for them:
~Aimee
Cover Painting by Ray Ottulich
Poem Painting: The Old Railroad Bridge by Leslie White