Thread: Shugyosha

As he sits on a rock he polishes his sword.
He is content to not be retained by a lord.
Looking up at the sky he admires the birds.
With freedom to roam high they mock the shepherds herd’s.
Through harsh Japanese wilderness he makes his way.
From this town to that town and this bay to that bay.
He is driftwood riding the river known as life.
Not building a house and never taking a wife.
He lives his life by the ancient code wrote in steel.
And he feel a need too roll like a wagon wheel.