Art Music Poetry 70

Opus 1575 2004

                     Opus 1575, 2004

The Glen

Moving down a rocky slope,

Stepping over moss.

Living with the hope

That life is not a loss.

Picking wild geraniums,

Shuffling with the trees.

Running from the things

That fill me with disease.

Sitting in a pile of leaves,

Beside a shaded knoll,

The beauty here deceives

The mindlesss, heartless soul.

Rocks obstruct the way

Down to Icy Glen.

In the middle of May

The bugs attack all men.

Wooden bridges line the path

Back to the one-road town.

Back to rats and rejects,

Always feeling down.

written at age 19

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