The Vast Verde

The other day my friends and I came across the most beautiful place on earth after adventuring in the woods (seriously, I really think it was). It was once a slate quarry, now a small pond buried at the end of a really steep hill. This place was just magical. I walked onto a strip of land surrounded by walls of bluish-green slate and a lake of dark green water. The mysterious yet bright and fantasy-like appearance of this place inspired me to reach into the depths of my mind and write this poem. Ode (kind of) to one of my favorite places on the planet (SO FAR)!

Beneath the quarry wall

in the middle of the vast verde

I dined on starlight

And drank the reflections

of the drowning bugs.

When riddles sink heaviest,

I cast them to the other side

So reach them, I cannot

without a submarine

pilot, or crew.

I pick up silky stones 

and tie them to writhing worms.

I couldn't shed a tear.

Now they'll come to know

what it feels like after it rains.














P.S. I am a pro-worm individual, no worms were harmed in the making of this poem...