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Ben Nicolls
Poems
Mar 2011
Oregon
I walk outside and see
no sign of the wilderness
I grew up in. No sign
of open fields and wild game.
Though many marvel at the
world we live in, I know it is
not the life meant for me.
My soul yearns to breath open air.
I can no longer bear
this civilization so consumed
with greed and capital.
I long to feel the earth
beneath my feet.
I want a reason to wipe
the sweat from my brow.
The road will be long and fraught with peril,
but that land not yet claimed calls to me
like the sun calls to the day.
To deny it
would be to spend life
un-alive.
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