Where The Wild Things Were

Through the dells and forest glens
ancient trees, and meadow streams
running free, across the land
far from man and his machines

Seasons change as all things do
the balance shifted and swayed
laundromats and shopping malls
As the wild places began to fade

Days now spent among their friends
the constant rumbling of motor cars
Greeting people who stroll on by
acting wild from behind the bars

Stoic Poetry

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