Society's Posse (Poem, 1970)

I turn, I look, I laugh,

Straying from a traditional path.

Society’s posse can’t follow me,

Without departing the path of conformity.

Through the wilderness I ride,

Enjoying nature by my side.

Riding onward, riding free,

Tree limbs reach out to greet me.

Romping rabbits, squirrels and deer,

Create a symphony for my ears.

Sunlight filtering through verdant trees,

The comfort of a gentle breeze,

Air so crisp and clear,

Nothing can feel more dear.

I strayed from tradition’s path,

Again I turn, I look, I laugh.

Society’s posse did not follow,

For them I feel a slight sorrow.

I made my own path and found beauty,

In the wilderness of nonconformity.