Memento

This is a poem I wrote for my poetry class in university. I feel like a lot of the poetry I write is about the forest, but I can't help myself, it's my favorite place to be!

I long to live and wish to die,

Under lit boughs of verdant leaf,

A smell perhaps of hidden bloom,

Or the soft song of hooting shade.

I've traversed through many a wood,

All of which my heart holds dearly,

Where tall trees grow I shall follow,

Eastern oaks call to my spirit.

I do not miss people I miss places,

Homesickness guts me in waking and dreams,

Muddy summer rivers weep my absence,

As do the wispy mountains of the north.

In the locket of my soul are landscapes,

Places I have been lie within this shell,

Memories and snapshots are my riches,

Their worth is more than any treasure found.