For a girl of twelve
And for two children of
Four
We where strong.
We walked a long ways before
Daniela
The girl
Had to use the restroom.
She went a behind a tree,
With my close watch.
And then I made
Daniel drink
The boy
And then we walked again,
Until they started to complain
About hunger.
I picked Daniel
Up,
Rested him on my waist
And held Daniela by the hand.
Up head was a lot of
Green.
I lived in Florida
So where I imagined desert
Or cave,
Was forest
Trees
Shrub
Swamp
Mud
And rain.
Daniela complains again
And I tell her to quite down
And we make our way across
Florida.
YOU ARE READING
The Wandering Woods
PoetryHere in the wandering woods, you have no self. It's you and the trees Swaying to a melody playing in the wind. Here in The Wandering Words, you have no hope. It's just you and the UNDEAD Limping along an unknown path - Found in a diary on the...
