I
Born to urban parents
decidedly not
of, with nature
living in a duplex
growing up
I ran safe, middle class
streets with abandon
and other kids
played ball in the park
took bike treks
went bowling
II
By the time I
was six
in summer I was
shipped off to The Lake
retirement oasis for
family friends
my pseudo grandparents
I was enraptured
with all
the woods, the water
had to offer
walking dirt roads
hiking through
primeval forest
playing with frogs
fishing
summers were always
much too short
III
Growing up
moving away from
all-of-the-above
I worked in small towns
my parents
when visiting
found quaint, peculiar
as they did my
affection and affinity
for these locales
lifestyle
IV
I eventually returned
to the city life
married a girl from
the country
who preferred leaving
the past in the past
my affinity to
woods, water
assuaged by occasional
camping trips
temporary, junkie fix
of pine, birch, dirt
V
My time
in the woods now
limited
my family not
attuned as I am
to anything not urban
chameleon like
I can
do flannel shirts
as easily as
Oxford and tie
in need of solitude
I guess I just need
to go it alone
old school it
tent, sleeping bag
firewood, frying pan
can of Spam
block of cheese
VI
For now all I can do
is remember
sitting here
chair at desk
open windows
amidst cacophony of
city sounds
my denouement
is to type a
love poem to
the woods
The Lake
expressing my youthful
appreciation
older man gratitude
Love,
Me
– Mark L. Lucker
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