Ramblings of a Depressed Man

In the coastal forest at Odiorne Point Paths meander under and over Bramble so odious as to create an impenetrable wall And distant sound of swell and surge My nose recoils from the endless spoor of sea Where upon a rustling of leaves drew my attention To the vain wanderings of a scant grey squirrel If I were a meager rodent of the furry tail persuasion I would have purpose, direction, and courage against the iron horse However, I am just a man of no resolve, course, or valor Therein lies the rub And coastal jaunts should never be made by depressed men