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Few Wolves Remain
Few wolves remain to huff, puff, paw straw home,
Environmental dwelling seems just fine
When made of hay while sun may ever shine:
While light and laughter last, no cold blasts roam.
Overcome cement, crass, rough, cold stone,
Likewise log no timber forests sign,
View life as one with Nature's shrine,
Enchanted realm not concrete clone
Should offer haven, comfort zone,
REfuse to axe trunk from roots divine
Make do with true essentials, line
All walls with bales, twine twisted throne.
Inner contentment strikes true chord,
Nature dissipates discord.
(28 March 2012)
poem
by
Jonathan Robin
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