When Summer's heat
gives way to
autumn's bliss,
I will kiss this
world goodbye
and walk to
the woods
to save
the last sliver
of my humanity,
where the creek
meets the river of
my destiny.
Far away from
the shitty city of
sick Streets
and broken
dreams.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here is a link to my latest YouTube reading of a poem from my brand new book, Aluminum Cowboys: Poems and Short Stories, Available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Aluminum-Cowboys-Poems-Short-Stories/dp/B0G33PDHBJ/ref=sr And as always, I have lots of poetry readings (and golf and fishing videos) on my you tube channel
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Comments5
Some forest bathing should do you a world of good.
You should have a few more rounds left in you?
You never know, you might just get a knock - out.
So true. Thanks.
I love this one Thomas I have shared this feeling and have retreated to the woods myself. Very nicely stated and a fave
Thank you so much.
Most welcome Thomas
Brilliant, Thomas! 🌹
This is full of truth and emotion. Great ✍️.
Thank you.
I think a few will be joining you.
The trip through the city is an arduous journey now which should be done in a tank.
Thanks, my friend.
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