Poem, from my little book.

I'm looking through my little book today and come across a random poem. I wrote it a few weeks ago on lunch break, sitting in a little park a couple blocks from school. I find it difficult staying inside on a nice day, in a stuffy cafeteria listening to garbled noise and eating processed garbage food. So i pack lunch everyday and walk to the park on lunch hour. I'd rather drink in nature, than sterility.

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Mighty wind blows
trees sway under false clouds
the wind can't blow me down.

I notice a child
on the taut blue strands
Laughing, and swaying into infinity.

A timeless birch
bears it's green buds
summer isn't quite here yet
for the air smells crisp.

A mangled cage of wasted nature stops in it's tracks
temporarily forgetting it's own erraticness.

Three forgotten souls roam
in their tight-legged dress
flail their satchels whilst they frolic.

Waves ripple on tall grass
their blades singing a silent sonnet.
The waves are too familiar
I come from the land of a thousand lakes.

The flag dances it's jingoist jig
impending doom on the horizon.
I must leave before the ceiling unleashes it's wrath.

I must return to slavery
like everybody else.


Yours,

Jarrett