Posted in California, Prose, USA

I Walked Me a Trail

I walked me a trail

in a park called

Yosemite,

 

I walked me a trail,

and my unknown bear walked as well,

in a National Park,

in California,

 

I ran me a trail,

but the bear ran as well,

being faster and stronger, and also

in a wilderness, called Yosemite,

 

I stopped me a walking

for my breath wouldn’t let me

escape my worst fears, like those

imaginary bears, that live in a

magical place, called

Yosemite…

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Author:

Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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