A fantasy poem-
Commune with Nature
Commune with Nature
Walking in the woods near Green Pond,
I trip on a gnarly pine limb and skin
my knee.
Blood drips down my leg, I bandage it
with my dirty handkerchief. With a
painful
gait I limp on. I step and slip on the
droppings
of a raccoon or other such vermin.
Quickly thinking I grab a close by
sapling,
skinning my palm, but I'm saved from
another fall.
An unseen skunk with its repugnant
warning,
sends me down a different path.
There stands a turkey hen with her
brood,
all pecking at the littered ground.
She looks up at me and then at her
fledglings.
Suddenly she spreads her wings, points
her head
at me, gives a wild, curdling call and
charges me.
I limp backward in pain then fall and
hit
my head of a oak branch. Picking up a
stick,
I shout swinging my weapon. She
retreat
with her progeny.
With knee aching, blood trickling down
my leg, body fluids oozing from my
hand and throbbing head, I limp to the
car.
Ah, to commune with nature and her
wonders,
on a fine spring day.
I'll come again next weekend.
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Excellent, as always, Jack
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