Hike (an acrostic poem)

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He slowly walked up the mountain

It was going to change his life

Knowing he could finally get that question answered

Except there was a wise guy and not wise man at the top

Wise (an acrostic poem)

Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page

Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root

Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest

Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest

Watch (an acrostic poem)

Wise women and men sit on mountain tops letting knowledge roll down hills

Accumulating in dry valleys dearth of sustenance, it irrigates new thoughts

Taking seed, many new thoughts and ideas germinate and grow into movements

Causing a resource struggle, killing off many, their husks choking off the life giving flow

Heaven help me as I see it happen again on my way up the hill with my bucket

 

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