"My object in living is to unite / My avocation and my vocation / As my two eyes make one in sight." — Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time Why It Matters

💡 Check out this guide on choosing a niche to share your own "road-worn" stories with the world.

To be a tramp—in the classical, wandering sense—is to live a life of forced observation. When you don't have a front door to lock, the entire world becomes your living room, and every stranger becomes a potential character in a story you’re constantly writing in your head. 1. The Meter of the Miles

For the wanderer, poetry starts in the feet. There is a "meter" to a long walk down a highway or the rhythmic clacking of a train over jointed rails. This physical repetition clears the mind, leaving room for the kind of raw, unvarnished thoughts that rarely survive in a cubicle. The steady thump-swish of boots on asphalt.