Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

perhaps there is no more
virgin earth-
no more untrodden ways, unpaved
roads here; the trees outside my
door were planted.
the wild
jungle is gone, its only heir
the weedy
lawn, disgrace 
of the neighborhood. 
but, should you be of like
mind, come
and we can search-
perhaps we will climb
unnamed mountains, unseen
paths; find seas
sailed only by ice.