Both Safe At Home Poem by Bruce Russell Reid

I stood atop a grimy mound of dirt
I raised my head and squinted as I gazed
I looked around and not one tree; It hurt.
Oh, nature, as I knew it, had been razed.

This gloomy prairie so displeased my eyes.
They asked if they could close; I heard their plight.
They promised me a Nova Scotian prize.
I took their wise advice and closed them tight.

That moment I was standing on a stone
protruding from the ocean, clad in kelp.
Who says happiness can't be felt alone?
With access to such bliss, I need no help!

The thrashing waves on rocks welcomed me home,
As a small crab crawled back into the foam.