poem of the day August 15

How'd all

those trees

get so big

they have 

blocked

the view

without me

even knowing

the stocked

philosopher

bemoaned 

Awed in 

a strange stunned

philosophical way

Noticing for

the first time
the new forest

that had grown

along the same 

familiar path

he had walked 

for many years

Ever since 

the old farmer 

gave up mowing 

the meadow