From Years Of Growth That Is Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Caught up in a poisoned mind,
Uptight.
Folks watching other folks watching folks' backs.

Conditioned and disciplined to have their noses,
In someone's business.
And entertained by it with illiterate wishes.

While observing life with an illegitimate social perspective,
And refined by an acceptance of mediocity.

Those with a more adventurous mindset...
Find a wealth of companionships
During nature visits.
And always is nature there patient,
In waiting!

'Not always!
And what you tryin' to say?
A tree got more sense than me? '

A tree wouldn't comprehend that,
From years of growth that is done!

'And what is that suppose to mean? '