Young Man Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Young Man
Boy
The boy who walked
Through the woods
Never thought about them.
He was surrounded by them.
This boy just felt
Their presence.
He never thought about his books
Or any lessons that he took.
The pine's sweet odor
Was the secret knowledge
He devoured.
In books never denoted.
The boy's books were nature.
The boy's spirit was the sky.
This young man's essence
Was the forest in him.
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