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Trespasser: A quatrain
Trespasser: a quatrain
Boot scuffed rock, death to century old lichen
Careless scars left by some untutored climber
Casual marks disdaining a hardy survivor
Better that boot never ventured the higher
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| This was actually a fairly straight forward sort of poem. It was a commentary on those who would climb the higher regions for ego, the view, excercise, but fail to see and respect the life in its environment. It is an eco scolding I guess. There are times in life when it is best for all involved to stay on the trail rather than try and forge upward on your own. |
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AHH! Not sure if you're speaking of a trespasser on land or on a body: A lot can be read into this short poem.
Thought provoking :) Mysterious!
Good Work Again! |
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