Monument

Monument

A Poem by Buck Thomas

To live amongst a meadow.
Green as the eye can see.
Infinite landscapes.
Deep horizons.
But the meadow doesn’t seem enough.
There is something missing in the meadow.
Something solitary and sturdy.
A place to hang.
A place to read.
A place to lean.
I’ve been walking this meadow.
Years have gone by.
Shoes are all worn.
Hair long and free.
My legs are tired from carrying this bag.
Seeking a resting point.
To throw away my old shoes,
And feel the earth.
This meadow feels empty.
Just me and the grass.
This land is beautiful,
But lonely.

Luckily this is only a story.
It’s all been in my head.
I’ve been living in this tree forever.
I just needed to wake up,
And open the door.

© 2014 Buck Thomas


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Buck Thomas
Buck Thomas

HellPaso, TX, United States Minor Outlying Islands



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Well, hello. I am a vampire social misfit and a rather grouchy tempered weirdo. I am in a series of weird depression, and I love indie, alternative, french, and some good goth music. My real name is .. more..

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