Wanderers
"Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave— A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest-tree Left leafy and rough as first it grew, And Nail'd all over the gaping sides, Within and without, with black bull-hides, Seethed in fat and suppled in flame, To bear the playful billows' game; So, each good ship was rude to see, Rude and bare to the outward view."Wanderers Cave: Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, we are the force of nature's course. Some wander to get lost, but some wander to find themselves. I wander in search for useful tools, what do you wander for in life?