Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

No Trespassing - Poem by Slava Olchevski

wind that is blowing the morning mist
The trees and bushes I hugged and kissed
Carefree I swayed in the lights and shadows
And happily rustled through the woods and meadows

Then, out of the woods, a man came out
Waving a stick, he shouted loud
You are not welcomed here, turn around!
'No trespassing' sign did he mount

I did not argue, let him have it his way
The property law I will obey…
Without the air to breathe in his mansion
The man had died from asphyxiation

As water flowing free the way I like
A river cutting through the hills and mountains alike
A bubbling brook that sings its way about
And goes left and right on its selected route

Then, out of the woods, a man came out
Waving a stick, he shouted loud
You are not welcomed here, turn around!
'No trespassing' sign did he mount

I did not argue, let him have it his way
The property law I will obey…
Without the water he was cursed
The man had died from unquenchable thirst

As blind that feels his way around
I walked through grassy hills astound
By beauty of the Nature, smells and sounds
Leaves rustling, water bubbling all around

Then, out of the woods, a man came out
Waving a stick, he shouted loud
You are not welcomed here, turn around!
'No trespassing' sign did he mount

I did not argue, let him have it his way
The property law I will obey…
The place had made itself seclude
The man had died from solitude...

(backwoods of Lovettsville, VA)


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009



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