Tumbleweeds drift
Down the empty lonesome street-
Rolling place to place.

Linda Fink

Roaming town to town
Rarely staying in one place
Rolling like a tumbleweed.

Linda Fink

Traveling on from town to town,
Ne'er a chance to settle down.
Rolling seemingly without a care,
It's destination, it knows not where.
Following where the wind may lead,
Such is the life of a tumbleweed.
 

Linda Fink

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