In this poem, the theme will be about community, for as the migrant people traveled they came together as one unit. I'll be exploring the POV of an "outcast" as he watches the activities and different chores each individual is doing around their camps. He longs for that sense of belonging and wants to join them desperately.
The Hermit on Route 66
My legs moved tirelessly, making trails across the dust
The sun went down, purple, pink and orange hues on the cusp
Once the darkness hit, people came and gathered and set camp
Ants trailing after eachother pat pat pat
I envied the child that grueled underneath the heavy wood
I envied the woman who had to deal with twenty children asking if "they could?"
when she started the fire and stood
As the camps set up and i watched from afar
And my only company being the stars
I envied the man who did not have enought to eat
I envied the neighbor who gave a portion of his meat
For although the life of a migrant is rough
At least they have eachother to deal with the dust
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