Wild Berries: An Odd Poem

He used to jump out of trees as a kid.

His mom always yelling at him to stop.

You’ll get hurt one day son.

He grew older,

found a motorcycle.

Flew down roads,

like a jet through the sky.

He was wild,

like the Serengeti.

Scared, never.


Wild at heart.

A berry in nature’s world.

Pain didn’t scare him.

Calm was not his game.

He grew wild,

like berries on the vine.

He once danced with a snake,

a charmer from distant lands.

Wild berry was a euphemism,

he never sat still.

For him, life blew in the wind.

A human kite.

Stitched together by fun.

Life lived, as full as can be.


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