Fear Not

“This land is protected,” 

So we are told.                       

 But I have inspected,   

             

And found it infected                

Where I often strolled. 

“This land is protected.”   

        

That notion is rejected. 

Laws have controlled,              

But I have inspected.               

Waste is often directed            

By those who patrolled

This land. “It’s protected.”       

It leaves me dejected,              

Noting were dozers rolled.       

But I have inspected 

               

Sanctuaries disrespected;         

Priceless places sold.               

“This land isn’t protected,        

            For I have inspected.”






           

Leaving?

I wish to live out there,
Under the trees.
But do I dare?

Would mighty wilderness
Break me to my knees?
I wish to live out there.

Or might nature caress,
Satiate, and please?
But do I dare?

Mountains: my address.
I could cast away keys!
I wish to live out there.

Tempting to regress
And disappear with ease.
But do I dare?

Life without duress,
Under the trees.
I wish to live out there.
But do I dare?