It's what you put out
That really counts.
Not your wishes
Or silly mounts,
Following crowds
Not good accounts,
Be original,
Think, don't mount,
The wrong train
And from the Mountain shout
What's in your heart,
That makes you proud.
Yes! The individual voice is what counts, uniqueness is creativitys foundation, to be a poet is to be ones self, if ever there was a place to be independent, it is poetry, and you are a success at this!
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My cousin Paul 20 yrs younger than me lives on a California mountains amid dozens of Redwood Trees. He is the epitome of the Individual you celebrate in this poem. Few worldly possessions tie him down, he doesn't lock his house, free and generous, he calls himself a happy man. When I told him on a recent visit to MN that he was a contemporary Thoreau living at his Walden, I meant it as a compliment for his goodness to nature and humanity, but he responded WHO'S THOREAU? Ha! You see some of us are urban dweller who read and know things. Others live in the remaining wilderness, read it by direct experience and share their life with wild things. His name is Paul Morin, he embodies the values of Thoreau without knowing the name. He's the one shouting from the mountain in your poem! !