This poem is about a love triangle. The girl is cute and sweet, the first guy is cool and passionate, the other guy is nice and friendly, and they end up respecting each other and waiting for college for the big reveal of the girl's decision. It doesn't show in the poem, but try focusing on how it says. The POV is in the first guy.
XLVIII
MOTHERLAND
I met a sage
From the mountain trails
And he talked of crossing roads
He wasn't rich
But he had a coin
That could buy a safe abode
He had some wine
On his leather bag
That he carried all along
And he drank of it
With a bliss so free
And a gleeful-spir'ted song
He had a cane
Which he used to walk
That was long and dark and old
And he used it well
With a fiery hand
And an arm that ne'er grew cold
He grew a beard
That was thick as thoughts
And was white as crystal snow
And he smiled and rubbed
On his aging tress
Where relief was bound to go
His clothes were thin
As the winds of March
When the flowers bloomed and grew
With the scent of spring
In the golden rain
As the cloud of butt'rflies flew
He talked of fields
All the strawb'rry fields
That had grown in distant dawn
And he kissed them so
All the strawb'rry fruits
That he used to love and fawn
He shed a tear
On the arid soil
To the way to strawb'rry land
For he longed to taste
All the strawb'rry steps
To the heart of sweetness grand
He envied them
All the strawb'rry fields
That once grew in farther east
For the clearing came
And the strawb'rry grew
On the land he loved the least
The strawb'rries grew
On the raspb'rry pops
And the blackb'rry shakes and cakes
And he gloomed so blue
As his blueb'rry jams
For the love he cannot make
He walked away
From the mountain trails
And away from the strawb'rry dreams
For he was so old
And he can't provide
All the sparkle, shine, and gleam
He trod a path
To horizons far
To the suns unknown and lost
And I followed so
To the strawb'rry tears
With the sadness it had cost
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PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
