Donal Mahoney

Mushroom Hunting - Poem by Donal Mahoney

You can learn a lot
mushroom hunting
with a gnome.

The gnome I hunt
with always has
a lot to say.

On this hunt he says
life is what we do
until we die.

Then we find out
if we did it well.
Takes about a minute.

If we did it well
it’s blue sky and
we soar with angels

and if we failed
we’re marshmallows
turning slowly

over an open fire.
Takes forever.
We never melt.

Topic(s) of this poem: god, heaven

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

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