A Gift for Goldilocks No 3
Running Wild (Trilogy)
1
I learnt to ski as a young child
Some say I was a pretty sight
Racing through every class
Much to my tutor’s delight
Around this time I befriended
A wayward child much like me
He really loved the wild forests
And places where we used to ski
We tumbled in the snow about us
Delighting in the world we loved
Thankful for the wild creatures
Existing long before the flood
I’m a child of the wilds
Disappearing behind the trees
Chasing foxes through the forest
And smoking out the honey bees
However on becoming adults
To office buildings we were bound
Dreaming of Norwegian mountains
And the beautiful forests all
around
2
Once we started skiing together
The wilds grew inside my heart
With our lives tangled together
And so too close to tear apart
A mountain slope could be amazing
Increasing speed as we went down
Life became a brilliant adventure
Whenever we slipped out of town
Searching for a hidden tunnel
Beneath a sea of perfect white
Tangling with startled creatures
As dusk began to wake the night
I’m a child of the wilds
Disappearing behind the trees
Chasing foxes through the forest
And smoking out the honey bees
However on becoming adults
To office buildings we were bound
Dreaming of Norwegian mountains
And the beautiful forests all
around
3
In every season we ran wild
A reflection of our hinterland
Empty buildings gave us shelter
When a blizzard was close at hand
Most children kept a gap between
us
As rumour spread we used a whip
To frighten foxes into some boxes
To be sold off to a passing ship
Not that we would ever hurt one
We had travelled far from man
Thinking more like wild foxes
Alive and well without a plan
I’m a child of the wilds
Disappearing behind the trees
Chasing foxes through the forest
And smoking out the honey bees
However on becoming adults
To office buildings we were bound
Dreaming of Norwegian mountains
And the beautiful forests all
around
Postscript
Life is a journey I suppose
You need a plan or so it goes
However foxes taught me that
The heart knows where life is at
Sadly the mind came from the rat
Before a saint could find a pussycat
The End
© Frankie Spiritu
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