Poetry: Nature’s Nature
I looked out through the window, yearning out.
The auburn leaves gently cascading down,
But I’m trapped in here, with the urge to shout.
A wind blows by, a branch falls from the crown.
The sun is shining, smiling at the rose;
Clear skies, green grass, nature sure is quite fair,
Rushing rivers roaring as water flows:
The sound of birds chirping whilst in the air.
However, I’m doomed to solve this assignment,
I’m stuck in this chair, til’ what’s done is done,
Tis’ a shame, as it’s horrid confinement;
How I’d love to joyfully jump and run.
Loading textbooks onto my back, heavily
Dragging my spine into a permanent curve
My shoes are untied and hair, messily
Floating, static electricity, I swerve
In the hallways past glowering teachers,
Snotty sycophants, and tech-addicted chumps,
Opening up my locker and creatures
Staring up at me, they smell like the dumps
Blasting bells ring a ding and the horde gets
Mobile, sweating, coughing, leaking fumes as they trudge,
Cramped in the hallway a throng of tall brunettes
Blocking my vision, their hair looks like sludge
Coasting down a Vermont hillside, two days
Remaining in motocross race camp
That summer, every particle and every ray
Of my heart rebelled against the damp
City I’d have to return to, with no
Hills to run upon, or oceans to swim.
In here, I am a motorcycle pro
Out there, I feel like a teen that’s dim
Riding at an insane speed, hair swooshing,
uncontrollable laughter, surrounded
by the dazzling wildlife and friends losing.
Bottle these minutes up to keep me unbounded!