Poet of the River
What Do You See? (Thought) - Poem by Poet of the River
My friend walked through the woods,
and this is what he saw.
He saw a road with many paths to turn,
paths that lead to a dead end.
He saw plenty dead trees with wood to burn,
who's branches cannot bend.
He saw an old abandon cabin,
with a torn and tattered roof,
not a place he would stay in.
just put in some powder, light it, and poof.
This is what i see.
I see a forest who's trees were once green,
just waiting for an adventure to begin.
I see a road with many choices in between,
and a cave a dragon could sleep in.
I see a river ware fish once teemed,
and a comfy cabin on its bank.
I see the wooden hands of a mighty beast,
who was trapped in the mud and sank.
And i see a berry bush hosting a mighty feast.
for you, your friends, and for me.
Now you know our stories,
tell me what you would see.
Is it a journey at its dying end?
Or is the journey about to begin?
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