Wanderer

"In the mountains, there you feel free" - T.S. Eliot

[mountain-nomad-blog]

Patch of Green

The last patch of green

A survivor

Of urbanization

Of progress

Today? not certain

Tomorrow? no one knows

No one said keeping the faith was easy

But a final reminder

Of times past

Of fallen brothers

Lost to a swatch of progress

That was cut through an open field

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Forgotten

I am mercifully forgotten and left

To my own business

To let free will take its course

And grow in the direction I please

Free will to explore

And send roots in all directions

And hold my own

And discover my own strength

In this piece of land I call home

[mountain-nomad-blog]

Rhyming

The wisdom of generations

Crammed into a paperback

To read on the plane

The thoughts of a thousand men

Reduced to a campaign slogan

The art of a brilliant mind

Dismissed because it does not produce a tin can

The words of a poet

Ignored because they do not rhyme

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Dirt and a Box

It’s that feeling you get

Alone in a crowded room

Caught in the maddening crowd

Your lungs filled with smoke

It’s that day in your life

You saw beyond the shadows

And stepped onto the ledge

To touch the divine

It’s the one you know

Who has it all:

The joy you cannot find

Finding it with ease

It’s that day you spent

With a friend

By yourself

Drinking deep at life

It’s the end of the road

A last look at serenity

A last hushed calm

Dirt and a box