Thursday, August 3, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/3/17

Open To Interpretation

So, you have never been in the forest,
Forest Primeval, that was once my share?
Oh, I would that you would go meet its test.
I failed, maybe you will better fare.

This town is my home, I would never leave.
I know its streets and they know my wanders.
I need no challenge to what I perceive,
Nor am I about to seek your wonders.

What I once had is what you could now hold.
All I now know is all you once too knew.
All you reach is this? This is nothing bold.
So?  Just so I propose to know of you.

One can become lost on a city walk
Challenging rootedness with forest talk.

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