Herds

Gatherings assemble within their temples
of what their lives worship.
Whether it is religious
or the good times they wear.
Each wears a different skin
depending on what they believe in.
Some gather in places to wander
and journey through the wastelands
of another’s homeland.
Seeking out new herds to follow,
new gatherings to join
on their eternal quest.

16 February 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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