Poem: Wander through the woods

Wander through the woods.
Lace up your boots
Strap on your pack
And wander through the woods.

Your feet will take you to
that quiet trail
you’ve never seen or walked before
except for a thousand times,
a thousand times in your mind.

And you’ll wish you could get lost
But you know you can’t.
And you’ll want to get lost
But you know you won’t.

You’ll find a place to sit and stare out,
Stare out at the mighty sky and mountains
And you might even think, ‘Dear God,
I never want to see
another human being again
if I could trade them all
to live off this mysterious land.’
You might even think that.

And you watch yourself living
With the wind gusting through the trees
and the waters rushing over rocks
as the voices you listened to.

And you watch yourself living
With the twittering birds as your friends,
the stoic deer as your mentors,
the wise wolves as your kin.

And your eyes brighten as you watch yourself living
With the woods as your house,
The rivers as your swimming pool,
The meadows as your dancing grounds

All of the land your sustenance
All of the land your playground
All of the land your art display
All of the land your home.

So you’ll wish you could get lost
But you know you can’t.
And you’ll want to get lost
But you know you won’t.

Certainly you’ll lace up your boots
Strap on your pack
Wander through the woods
Until your feet find their way back.

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