Original Poems

General Agreement

I’d driven past the boundaries of
The world I daily dwelt on;
Beneath a canopy of trees

The worries and frustrations had
Been bowing my head daily;
But now within the shadows of

A glade, a kind of forest road,
As green as Jackson’s Hobbiton —
And cool like autumn

I slowed down to a turtle’s pace,

And counted every sunbeam through,

 
And breathed the open window air

 
 
And saw that things would be

 
 
 
Okay enough

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