And i go to the wilderness <br />with a heart of bitterness <br /> <br />beyond the tarred roads <br />to where the toads croak <br /> <br />to see the wind blow <br />as bulbs will never glow <br /> <br />the moon and sun will roar <br />from dusk till dawn and crow <br /> <br />if milk and honey flow <br />for surely i must know <br /> <br />the feel of morning dew <br />from everything i knew. <br /> <br />i sweat for something new <br />for 'why? ' the grains are few <br />or lick the rabbit stew <br /> <br />my conscience knew the cane <br />that made the story pain <br /> <br />around the thorny twig <br />that shed her dearest leave <br /> <br />before the wind defend <br />the vine of lonely, breed <br /> <br />before the stories tell <br />of one that never rose. <br /> <br />I climb the rocky hill <br />to face the unseen wild <br /> <br />the worse will now decide <br />the tears i cannot hide <br /> <br />food is past and done <br />wine, return at dawn <br /> <br />till dusk i cry and pray <br />and wait the forming clouds.<br /><br />Emmanuel Odum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-i-go/
