Cool poem

. . . Some Lines Scrawled on the Door of Vagabond's House . . .

West of the sunset stands my house,

There . . and east of the dawn;

North to the Arctic runs my yard;

South to the Pole, my lawn;

Seven seas are to sail my ships

To the ends of the earth . . . beyond;

Drifter's gold is for me to spend -

For I am a vagabond.

Fabulous cities are mine to loot;

Queens of the earth to wed;

Fruits of the world are mine to eat;

The couch of a king, my bed;

All that I see is mine to keep;

Foolish the fancy seems,

But I am rich with the wealth of Sight,

The coin of the realm of dreams . . .

-Don Blanding