The Place I GoA Poem by Anh NguyenWhen I was growing up, the ET was the place I went to be worry free and enjoy the nature of riding my bike.I remember the Eastern trail vividly as the place I go to be on the Eastern trail. The greenbelt of America. making its path between the trees sunlight sneaking through the branches leading me to clarity. I lived in Maine fifteen years. The state bird is an indecisive mother nature. The state flower is Fort Williams, which sounds quite vigorous though it is merely cold and still as nature. A North-easterner can use the word “nature,” can sincerely use the word “sincere.” In truth the Northeast is neither North nor East. When I go back to the Eastern trail, I bike through the woods split by this trail. Hills of landfills, so life goes tree tree tree landfill, I wave at the hills, which we're not getting along with on account of the trash as I pass. Then the Eastern trail goes tree tree tree 3 mile mark, goodbye greenbelt. You never forget how to be on the Eastern trail when you're from Maine. © 2014 Anh NguyenAuthor's Note
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