Boy, On a Mountain Trail
All that's designed, with that hunger's need
Sharpest grasps to hide, lurk in
Overshadows, for mountain, rock, tree
Frail, inoffensive meek me!
Imagine! I do. And tremble not.
True child; and a free spirit.
Danger for wonder, exchanged. At
Needless care's expense. Take that!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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