By: Patrick Michael

Cows and wild Turkeys echo through the valley on a brisk cloudy night.
There is no sign of stars, only a faint orange glow of a waning moon.
This is peace.
This is Serenity.
This is pure.
This calm breeze is nipping for now,
some time it may make a man out of me.
For now I’ll wonder much like the awe of adolescence,
but don’t fear dark things in the angst of my delinquency.
I may sound unreasonable to live to this extent,
awareness does not prevent mistaken thoughts.
Intrusive habits and misused wisdom are always my down fall, without fail.
One day I’ll focus on one thing at a time but for now I’ll just be myself and gullible and fine.