Mushroom Hunting Poem by Donal Mahoney
Mushroom Hunting
You can learn a lot
mushroom hunting
with a gnome.
The gnome I hunt
with always has
a lot to say.
On this hunt he says
life is what we do
until we die.
Then we find out
if we did it well.
Takes about a minute.
If we did it well
it’s blue sky and
we soar with angels
and if we failed
we’re marshmallows
turning slowly
over an open fire.
Takes forever.
We never melt.
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