I’m a country travelin’ man <br />riding a boxcar whenever I can. <br />Summer you will find me <br />where the north winds blow <br />among the big forests <br />where the giant pine trees grow. <br />Winter I am way down south <br />among the oranges <br />in a California grove. <br />No one place is my home. <br />Nowhere is where I want to stay. <br />I don’t care if the wind <br />blows rough or fair <br />and my clothes are all threadbare. <br />‘Cause I’m a country travelin’ man <br />and everywhere is my home. <br /> <br />23 October 1998 <br /> <br />Authors note: <br />I discovered this little piece while sorting out some papers. I wrote it on a paper bag, which suggests I was out somewhere at the time and that would have been the only thing at hand to write it down. <br />David Harris <br />31 August 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/country-travelin-man/
