 | Submitted by Joseph P. Martino
I choose to track though a thick carpet of forest green,...
where nature's beauty remains pristine.
The sight of which only a few have seen.
Paths that have never bared a human print.
And the sacred ground remains unspoiled...
where fallen leaves remain unsoiled.I choose to track though a thick carpet of forest green,...
where nature's beauty remains pristine.
The sight of which only a few have seen.
Paths that have never bared a human print.
And the sacred ground remains unspoiled...
where fallen leaves remain unsoiled.
I worship the wilderness and all of natures laws,....
anything unnatural I abhor,...
for it nags and tears my heart to the very core.
I yearn to venture deep within the forest green,...
where no human life hardly exists in between,.... and only wildlife are sometime seen.
I prefer the hermits life,... away from all life's
needless strife.
So, if and when I fore fill all my lofty and noble goals,...and
my final verse and chapter then unfolds,....
I'll share my tale with all my heart and soul,.... to the
very young, and to the very old....
And until my story is completely and fully told."
COPYRIGHT 2003 JOSEPH P.MARTINO
JOSEPH P.MARTINO
28 MARINE AVE.
BROOKLYN, N.Y.11209
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