In wild places <br />Dwells my mind <br />In places distant <br />There to find <br />A peace <br />Not of mankind <br />Thoughts wander <br />Back and forth between <br />Though in a dream <br />Sweet solace to aspire to <br />From desk <br />To silent shade of far deep wood <br />or <br />Mountainside <br />To heathered hill <br />Where I have climbed <br />To gaze upon such places <br />Well denied <br />The clatter of our modern lives <br />To drink a draft <br />Of nature <br />Stay alive <br />In peace <br />With time to think <br />On things that otherwise <br />I trample o’er <br />In my desire <br />Down there below <br />For such silence <br />Is much sweeter to my mind <br />When quiet contemplation <br />I would find <br />And so my soul does force along <br />My body tired <br />Exhausted on <br />To tramp the tracks <br />That climb and wind <br />Into the hills <br />That this old mind <br />Can lonely be <br />For just a while <br />So it survive <br />This world of time <br />That it retains <br />Some sanity <br />To help it <br />Understand <br />Reality<br /><br />Egal Bohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-places/
