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urban forest

Swimming through deep water

Heading for the Holt?

Stop and pause to pray or prey?

Opportunistic?

Jean van jean?

In the forest there are no sanctions

Just life and death and hibernation

 

In the urban forest

The place we call the office

Or the Learning Zone

There is so much more risk

Classes clash; personalities clash;

Priorities clash; authorities clash!

 

The mob rules

The bullies rule

The demands/needs of the customer; the consumer; the learner

All must be met

 

Where am I in the urban forest

A tree shrew

A thorny owl

A wild Ottter

Or an Osprey with a mountain view

 

Soaring high above the issues of the urban forest

Far travelled wild Osprey

I yearn to be yew

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Written by
lucia
Scottish
Published
Feb 7, 2014
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