Into The Wild, I Go
22 April, 2009
Author: Miztrebor
Ten acres of forest
Stand before me.
Rows and rows of giants:
Unorganized and beautiful,
Towering and proud.
Standing at the foot
I am, before the forest.
I can see it on the map;
It is most small
Looking at this scale.
But now I must rid my self of.
I must toss away, my map.
Into the forest
It is where i am to go.
No society i seek?
No troubles in store?
I think not these things
I see not a task, simple.
I will venture,
I shall walk,
Run, crawl, and live.
Passed the barrier
Gone I have.
To leave behind a life?
No. To continue and expand?
Yes. I will grow, mature,
I will prosper.
Into the wild, i go.
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| Colin (69.157.9.102) -- Wednesday, April 22 2009, 02:04 am Lucky that Mother Nature has such a wonderful caring ambassador in someone like you! |
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