I have
Unlike Thoreau, no whittling skills
Unlike Thoreau, no beans to till
Unlike Thoreau, taxes to pay
Unlike Thoreau, no one night stay
Having no affinity for jail
Unlike Thoreau
I have
Unlike Thoreau, no ruckus raised
Unlike Thoreau, no writings praised
Unlike Thoreau, an ego quelled
Unlike Thoreau, an outrage felled
Having no listeners to my bluster
Unlike Thoreau
I have
Unlike Thoreau, no pond appear
Unlike Thoreau, no toil so dear
Unlike Thoreau, no woodsy nest
Unlike Thoreau, no worldly quest
Yet, my garden’s all abuzz
Feeders flush with finch
My daily bliss, my credo this:
“In wildness is the preservation of the world”
Like Thoreau
