Once a Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow

Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree. Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open never deceived into being another blinded token. Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could. Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold. R.J. Lindley, April 22nd 1978 Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom) NOTE- I have been ill these last few days. Could not write and even this morn can only post this very old poem, unedited. Forgive me this lack of new writes, I am trying to post and finish some of my old poems and many fragments..