What Crosses My Mind

I grew up in my home,

a forest with a single trail.

Led to the summit

and my own fascination.

A creek of cold spring water,

managed to flow nearby,

a memory of a porous landscape.

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I had a walk I would take,

12 year old legs on a journey.

I didn’t know what I was 

really looking for, except

a field of growth and dense

maple canopies, covering paths.

A child exploring a landscape.

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I lived along modernized roads at home,

one paved over the natural soil.

I remember riding my bicycle,

and managing the hot tar.

It was there I could let go of my bike,

and venture into the cool woods.

 A forest forever enables our landscape.