The wilderness of the forest at the foot of my garden
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The wilderness untamed The wildlife retained A poem about my fear of the wilderness beyond the garden in the exotic land i now live. As a british person wildlife takes on a whole new perspective in foreign lands. It is also more than just about nature it is a metaphor for taking steps in life against fear but with reasoned and sensible steps. As snakes are every where metaphorically even in Britain.

The wilderness of the forest at the foot of my garden

The wilderness untamed

The wildlife retained

Beyond the door

Fear implores

As I seek to explore

Snakes and all things exotic to I

Even deadly hornets in the sky

Never of nature have I been shy

Though I hail from the British isle

Never has nature ever riled

My wavered spirit

Paving the stirrup

And the helm

What lays in the ancient forest?

Seldom sweet scents I am sure

Wildlife benign and pure

Though the skulking shadows of the leaf

There will reside the snakes and beasts

For my flesh they must not feast

So I sit in the garden.

The tamed land were only frogs and butterfly's flop

Bees and wasps flutter a top

The occasional deadly hornet I spoke of

The lizards I talk of. Though yet is there to be a snake

At the side of my home stake

Summer comes soon when the snakes descend from the wild wilderness

Bitterness is never held like the venom in themselves.

Wealth of nature I wish to delve.

Though I sit in the garden.

Then comes night

And the howls are quite a fright

But at least I am not victim to the snake bite.

Sitting in the garden.

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