Grass Land

This is a poem that I wrote last summer. Today I retyped it and would like to share it. Enjoy!

 

Grass Land

By: Adam Christensen

 

Under the tree;

That’s where you’ll find me each time

Because I looked in the mirror

And found a dreamer inside.

As we fell through the clouds,

Sailed, and felt so fine,

We found our imagination

Could not be left behind.

The guiding light caught up to us

As we walked through the maze

And bargained us for pixie dust.

In return, she showed us the way.

All the time we floated

Up to La-La Land and back,

A journey that send’s ones focus

To a far-away track.

A world so filled with wonders

Is filled with darkness alike;

Of things that meddle with our souls

Such as corrupt angels on strike.

Our minds were bubbling cauldrons

With witches conjuring such a mess

That myself and I, being so alike,

Could not get any rest.

The bowls, stirred with pleasant thoughts,

Bubbling with silky senses,

Are sprinkled with an overdose of madness

That puts us in our trances.

We cannot comprehend

Our stories, which are untamed,

But there is one thing I know for sure:

Adventure is my middle name!

These minds of ours take in the world,

Digest it subconsciously,

And produce mush that’s cooked into words

By people like Dreamer and me.

Now we lay near the spot

Where our tree grew from a grain of sand

And reside here as whimsical authors

In a place we know as Grass Land.