Poetry Thursday.

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Once again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below.  Please to enjoy

A man built his home deep in the woods

And moved in his worldly goods

Behind it was a paved driveway

Where he parked his SUV from Chevrolet

He wanted to call his mother to brag about his home

But his phone had no bars to roam

So he paid for a telephone line to be strung for the greater good. 

Then he called up his mom and bragged that he was now 

one with the woods.

He cut down some trees that blocked his view. 

He ripped off some bark so that he could chew.

 He plowed through the grass, covering up the holes

driving away Gophers, possums, rabbits, squirrels, and moles.

He started a fire to live like the Quakers

When all was said and done, he burned a hundred acres.

He thought spraying pesticides on the overgrown vines would do the trick, 

but instead he poisoned the food supply and made the deer sick.

He decided to cut down some trees

.But he was not careful, swung too wide and cut through his femoral artery.

The man wanted to move to the woods to prove his mastery.

Instead, he ended up a deep woods fatality.

There was no one to cut back the brush. 

There was no one to change nature into his image in a rush.

 Slowly, the vines, grass, and weeds grew onto the house, 

which was now become a refuge for a family field mouse

Soon the house was covered with vegetation of green. 

The building would never again be seen. 

And as for the men, things turned out as he hoped they could, 

because his decaying body had become part of the woods.