Solitude

For some the summer crowds hold fun

But me, that's what I'm running from!

Please, let me leave my work, my house

My phone, my chores

My kid, my spouse

I love them dearly, but, you see

SOLITUDE is calling me!

Yes, me and my tent, in the woods alone

No clocks, no TV, computer or phone.

For a few lovely days I won't have to talk

I'll read and I'll write and I'll take nice long walks

When I start a poem it'll grow for hours

With no interruptions to foil it

And you know, I'm not gonna miss hot showers

Noisy fans, or flush toilets!

Swimming in a mountain stream

Amid a hundred shades of green

And finding on the forest floor

A flower I've never seen before

In a place that's barely on the map

I'll sit in Mother Nature's lap

Till poems are finished, spirit renewed

Or at least until I run out of food!

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