#*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*#
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
#*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*#