when young, I read Thoreau
the transcendentalists were but gone
by slightly over a century
disobedience was in style
we would all head toward the land
and live in the wood
soybeans simmering on the stove
as we headed toward a dream
the pull of the world
a force so very strong
as to last throughout the ages
interrupted our free fall
so when I would consult the mind of Walden
through his writings
there burned in me a sense of radicalism
to head to the forest, naked with poetry
I told myself I could not afford these steps
recognized that Thoreau’s considerations
were so true as to be dangerous
I set the sage aside
I am sure that sages expect that sort of behavior
soon after my 50th year in my personal limerick
I found myself looking at a summer morn…..
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
when young, I read Thoreau
the transcendentalists were but gone
by slightly over a century
disobedience was in style
we would all head toward the land
and live in the wood
soybeans simmering on the stove
as we headed toward a dream
the pull of the world
a force so very strong
as to last throughout the ages
interrupted our free fall
so when I would consult the mind of Walden
through his writings
there burned in me a sense of radicalism
to head to the forest, naked with poetry
I told myself I could not afford these steps
recognized that Thoreau’s considerations
were so true as to be dangerous
I set the sage aside
I am sure that sages expect that sort of behavior
soon after my 50th year in my personal limerick
I found myself looking at a summer morn…..
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