The City Center pt. I (Washington)

Where the weeds lead to forest I will trail blaze a path Weaving between great oaks I’ll follow deer tracks In the heartbeat of earth I will build my nest Great timber for walls And fern for my bed I shovel a pathway for visitors who may stumble this way A dozen footprints that invite them to stay A swing from the trees to invite them to play And my bed made of ferns where their tired may lay
For 6 years I’ll grow out here I’ll weather the winter and branch out from my plot I’ll trap my hare and shoot my deer But stay away from my great grizzly neighbors.  I crafted a map to find my way out For 6 years I stayed, but just 2 weeks did I count My beard became the length of a 3 year old tree Signaling my time to leave The cities are strange, they’re stranger than me But to the city I’ll walk, before it comes to me Washington is far, but I’ll be there in a week I wont care about my place, but they wont touch its surroundings.