I went to live off in the woods
away from what they
said was good.
I pitched a tent,
then pitched a fit,
frustrated with what I could not invent.
I struck my flag down
staked my claim,
but its colors and crest were not read correct.
So allies turned to enemies,
no medal you could pin to me,
while nursing wounds and injuries,
we all went separate ways.
I learned from learnéd men to deal
with problematic ways I feel
by bottling them, tabling it, then offering an aphorism instead
like, "it's better not to beg and steal"
you should, ”trap, and fish, and hunt."
I looked across the canopies
the endless sky and covered trees,
then packed a snowball good and tight.
Above the hill, I stood, to watch the snowball as it rolled.
It started slow, then picked up speed
and gathered more snow
the faster it rolled.
The faster it grew,
the bigger it got,
way at the bottom,
The snowball stayed until spring came,
by then, it dared not stay the same.