Another poem inspired by my Lit in Society class. Written this afternoon, based on some images that flashed through my mind while analyzing A Worn Path by Eudora Welty.
I walk a worn path.
I talk to trees along the way
And sing with birds that aren't there.
Branches tangle on clothes I wear.
Green leaves and bright sun
Shadows dance across the ground
Pebbles knock against my heavy, thick boots
Squirrels fight 'round and away they shoot
All I can hear is my same old voice
And life right now is not about choice
{Life is more}
Sticks and dirt can't do much for themselves,
But you can build a house
Or kill an enemy
Cares have left with future and noise.
Invisible birds still hold their poise.
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