Trespassing Poem by Phil Soar

Trespassing



No trespassers allowed, the notice read
Stuck on a tree, a hundred feet ahead
But I insist my 'right to roam' is free
No-one will ever be the boss of me
And yet I understand the need for privacy
It's not my land, and I should behave properly
But I cannot resist the thought that I
Can wander where I like as I pass by

Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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