The Tale Of Christopher Johnson Mccandless Poem by Michelle U

Escaping the world
Of consumerism’s hold
On today’s frail minds.

My philosophy
Lives inside the free landscapes,
The wide-open road.

Thinking as I leave
My car and burn my cash to
Tramp the country: “The

Core of Man’s spirit
Comes from new experience”
And moving forward.

Nothing but the wild
Spirit of the soul to push
Me further inside

The trees and the land;
They happily sway and sing
At my arrival.

Old abandoned bus,
Alaskan base camp, journeys
Final resting point.

Living off the soil,
The blood and sweat from my back
Keeps me going strong.

Filling the barrel,
Twenty-two caliber death,
I dine on the bear.

Many months of the
Limitless nature of life,
Its wild beauty, but

The urge for the road
Begins to heighten; I long
For its great freedom.

Ice water rushes,
Keeping me away from my
Journey on the road.

No hope of leaving
The brilliantly encaged
Beautiful landscape.

Cold air blows harshly
On my face, I cringe, thinking
Of the summer’s warmth.

Brutal hunger strikes,
Daily growing weaker in
The winter’s harsh wrath

I hold on to the
Evident truth that this life
Is still worth living.

Taking up the pen
I engrave my final words,
Final legacy:

“I’ve had a happy
Life and thank the Lord. Goodbye
And may God bless all! ”