I've been taking rural walks to find calm,
to get away from all but my mind.
I've been scribbling notes on to my palm,
trying to compare each place that I find.
The best of the lands seem to be out of bounds,
and I daren't fall victim to the owner's gun
as he tries to protect his lovely grounds,
all for a few moments of harmful fun.
So patiently I must bide my time
until those fields are vacant for me to roam
and when I can call them mine
I will lie down in them and call them home.
I am eager like a woken Christmas child
waiting to unwrap my portion of the wild.
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