Posts Tagged ‘vagabond’

Finding Camp by D.W.

Friday, November 4th, 2011

Being able to find a place to camp around Eugene without being ticketed is impossible. Me and my husband found a place and haven’t been bothered yet. Its not as bad as it seems. We have been at our spot for about 2 weeks. I believe it is to live or to be hunted give or take it how you want it. Working for the Vagabond has made it easier for me to eat, sleep and work by knowing that when I wake up I have something to me me out of trouble by working for  the Vagabond. I leave my camp at 11:00 in the morning and sell papers till 6:00 and design t-shirts for the basketball jerseys, which will be for sell at our booth throughout the week.

I heard this morning from a fellow homeless person that in the parks and open spaces, people are out hunting for homeless people camping. I’m sorry, illegal campers. I see everyday the bicycle cops handing out tickets to homeless people. Some of the tickets, like drinking in the park, are definitely worth writing. I mean, as far as having a balanced out society, sober vs. drunk. But to see these cops writing out trespassing tickets for people sitting on a concrete curb between dinner and the liquor store? Come on people. Is it really necessary? To watch 5 bicycle cops and the paddy wagon pull into the park that sits right across from the court house and tell the homeless kids that they can either leave now or go to jail. Not only is that blatantly outright bullying, but is is unconstitutional. To harass people with backpacks is unconstitutional.

The Many Ways

Monday, June 13th, 2011

I’ve been around, over and over,
Lived many ways, loud and unheard,
I’ve climbed many mountains, fell down many mountainsides,
Walked countless miles, caught countless appreciated rides.

I’ve crossed many rivers, crossed some many times,
Made plenty of dollars, earned plenty of dimes,
I’ve met a lot of people, made many friends,
Some I miss dearly, would love to see again.

Rode the rails many times, thanks Union Pacific,
Loved every loud clank, and the loud engines, to be specific,
I’ve had many good times, most good, some bad,
I’ve never had much but I’ve cherished all that I’ve had.

Some call me a drifter, a vagabond, even a bum,
Many appreciate my way of life, the haters go and they come,
The police always keep an eye on me,
Many wave hello and just smile at me.

So I don’t ever know where I’m going or even what I’m after,
I know I’ll stop one day, that ol’ train will cease to clatter.
But until then I guess I’ll keep the miles passin’,
The next town and adventure is the way of life I’m after.

By D. W.