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May 2018
Through these woods on red tint trails;
Mount Hood is where I go

Stresses regress on mountain's back;
steady streams glisten bliss

Little lizards crawl round rocks
Mother Nature their only clock

In summer's open fields of grass,
yellow flowers bloom in pacts

Colored birds tune melody
Forest whispers harmony

Private property impedes my journey.
Hey, this is my earth, too.


Birds, trees, and humming bees may swing as they desire
But God forbid my fellow man idle just one hour


Open roads open doors
to worlds I've never seen before

I enter.
You may shoot to my doom, but I intend to bloom
Written by
PoserPersona  25/Iowa
(25/Iowa)   
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