Poem

I am no poet

I hear the faint sound of cars in the distance

Birds chirping at my side

Here in the beautiful land of the north

I my time will bide

The sun is shining down at the land

Of the land of the proud and free

But do not ask to whom it belongs

It does not belong to thee

Up here, the air is fresh

The smell of nature is clean

But all the major cities

Smell like they need some Listerine

I walked a narrow trail

To get where I am now

I will not let it get ruined

By those we before bow

They think of the good of the nation

Not of the good of the men

The women and children and dogs

Who will not see this nature again

We rush to get to work

Have to get there on time

But what we need to remember
Is there's more than your job on the line

We have a finite time on earth
Don't stress it all away
Once in a little while
From the main road you must stray