poet hiker
Posted: November 18th, 2016, 1:19 pm
I've taken to writing
deep in the woods
I put a small pad
in my first aid kit
just as essential I feel
as gauze and antiseptic
just as necessary
to heal the wounds of any man
and...a good boulder
is like a wanderer's throne
and the pen is like a buck knife...
and the wisdom is a courtesy
of mother's forest,
and the sunlight is filtered
with the love of trees
and I am the poet hiker
one man
that has chosen to sit still for awhile
one man
a minority to an indigenous population
no one special
a wandering reporter among the vines
deep in the woods
I put a small pad
in my first aid kit
just as essential I feel
as gauze and antiseptic
just as necessary
to heal the wounds of any man
and...a good boulder
is like a wanderer's throne
and the pen is like a buck knife...
and the wisdom is a courtesy
of mother's forest,
and the sunlight is filtered
with the love of trees
and I am the poet hiker
one man
that has chosen to sit still for awhile
one man
a minority to an indigenous population
no one special
a wandering reporter among the vines