The forest ain’t what it used to be. First it was the logging, then the influx of non-native trees. More recently, these newcomers have become a real problem for the more established members of the community. In fact, some of the younger of these have started to cluster together and seem intent on making the natives feel intimidated. You know, they don’t even call it the forest any more. They have started saying things like, “Welcome to the Wood.”
Padre
Did you see her?
If so, are you sure?
She departed so quickly
She was just a blur
Lasting relations
Were just not her thing
She revelled in causing
Broken-hearts with their sting
It’s not that she’s evil
It’s not that she’s bad
It’s that she’s bit flighty
A self-professed nomad
Padre
Danno stood on the boundary and tried to make out what lay ahead. All he could make out was more haze and confusion. He had been in a similar place before; a year ago in fact. He looked behind him, and then forward again. Surely, 2022 couldn’t be any worse than 2021. Then again, he thought that the year before as well. He looked back again and took it all in. “Into the mist,” he said aloud and stepped into ’22.
Padre
“The greatest film you will ever see”
Was emblazoned on the cinema marquee
The greatest film, though, definitely
Is the one I live, directed by me
Your drama too, as it unfolds
Will be full of the surprises – the future holds
You are the lead of your story – the best ever known
Be sure to direct it in a way to make it your own!
Padre
drifting aimlessly
with no true destination
only the fates know
Padre
Crisp and white
With a wonderful view
Sadly, not really much to do
Padre
It wasn’t exactly yellow bricks, but it would have to do. After all, they weren’t in Kansas any more, so Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, headed down the Yellow Leaf Road in hopes of finding the Wizard. Little did they know that the Wicked Witch of East Anglia had an army of mustard-addicted canaries waiting to take carry them off to her evil realm of Norwich.
Padre
Monarch of the Wood, I have seen your chair
Why was it that you were not there?
Is it that your realm invasion faces
With plastic, and filth in your precious places?
Have you gone – your lands to defend?
Shall you return at the battle’s end?
Or shall we weep that you have fled the place?
Please say, I pray, that’s not the case
Padre
For a Halloween costume I had to fudge it
Here’s my “Headless Man” suit
That was within my budget
Padre
It isn’t funny
So, don’t you dare
It’s never right
To ruffle someone else’s hare
Padre
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