If you're an adult
or a child,
 civilized or
living in the wild,
let mother nature
guide, nurture and lead,
then all you need
is to imitate
what she would
naturally
 illustrate.

God has always
educated mothers
  what they need
 to educate. 

Look out upon the rugged lands
the depths of which I used to stroll
among the ancient hardwood stands
before the passing years took toll

These lands which people seldom shade
where deer and bear still roam their trails
beyond the sight of open glade
where a lone hawk or eagle sails

Now days I dare just walk their edge
and try to peer within their heart
from atop some bluff or stony ledge
the borders where wild places start

I sit here on emerald banks seam
Watching the dreams of life’s stream
It passes before my eyes to eternity
There the words of Muses fraternity

Would I write all those things seen?
Who could understand the dreams?
That drifts on by touching my thread
A giant weave of the water instead

Come sit with me, hold my mind
Let reality and sadness drag behind
Crafts of rainbows blessed with flowers
Floating by, reaching out for golden hours

I could not fit
inside the mould

so I fell down

where
only the blind could see me
only the deaf could hear me
the mute were happy to say my name

It mattered aught to them

that
my round was square
my front was back
my right was left
my quiet was loud
my up was down
my insides were out

together
we all coloured outside the lines