Wild Places Poem by Egal Bohen

In wild places
Dwells my mind
In places distant
There to find
A peace
Not of mankind
Thoughts wander
Back and forth between
Though in a dream
Sweet solace to aspire to
From desk
To silent shade of far deep wood
or
Mountainside
To heathered hill
Where I have climbed
To gaze upon such places
Well denied
The clatter of our modern lives
To drink a draft
Of nature
Stay alive
In peace
With time to think
On things that otherwise
I trample o’er
In my desire
Down there below
For such silence
Is much sweeter to my mind
When quiet contemplation
I would find
And so my soul does force along
My body tired
Exhausted on
To tramp the tracks
That climb and wind
Into the hills
That this old mind
Can lonely be
For just a while
So it survive
This world of time
That it retains
Some sanity
To help it
Understand
Reality