Walkabout 2016
They say that one should know their place… quite civilized I’d say, But if that’s true, one thing for sure… in one place one can’t stay. You need to move around a bit… comparisons be made, Thus for a certain Georgia boy… farewell to home he bade. He wound up far across the world… an Asian war some say, Flew rescue choppers for a time… might say he saved the day. Continued with this chopper thing… went to the Middle East, Some royalty they say he flew… or V-I-Ps at least. Too hot, too dry (I’m talking booze) . . . and so he came back home, But “home” as in the USA… inside it he would roam. He had a business, built it up… then sold it and moved west, Went to a place where Mormons dwell… he felt he was a guest. And so he headed way up north… where polar bears do roam, Of salmon, “ice”, and long dark nights… Alaska now his home. In fifteen years, traversed it all… by plane and truck and sled, Once more the wanderlust sets in… and so down south h...