I had a dream last night
I dreamed that my path
Was paved with gold
Overhanging branches
And lush bushes
Had been all trimmed back
My shins no longer scraped
Against the stinging nettle
My ankles no longer rubbed
Over zealous bushes
The twigs and decaying leaves
Had all be scraped away
Leaving me a path devoid
Of all natures beautiful wiles
Maybe it was a nightmare
Shocking me to become aware
Of our battle against
Sweet Mother Earth
Tag: bushes
Journey South (day 79)
Beautiful bushes
Cruise by the sidelines
In a backwards sprint
Leaving impressions
Of fussy comforters
One could imagine
Dodging with an engine
And tires that dug dirt
But alas,
I speed on by
In my four wheeled box
Wondering away
About the fluffy decay