Wild Winter Wonderland Tour Part 1 Poem by moon dust

Mom, you asked me what I learned along the way
On my magicalwinterwonderlandmystery tour
I learned the world is great and I am small
That my voice is quiet and pines grow tall
And my mark I leave upon this land
Along with the marks of each fellow man
Add up to quite a heavy load
I saw snowmobiles that gouge the land, and trash burning in open cans
I saw dogs outside chained in six degree chill
Chained to fences and trees against their will
To be
I saw forest cut into cookie cutter homes
Filled with more poeple who make more garbage
With their pink flamingos, reality TV, microwave meals
And plastic garden gnomes left out in the snow
How far did I have to go... to get away
To see fields of frozen snow and iced covered trees
Hear the lonely February winds blow
And just be me
And the pines
It took some miles in my gasoline engine car
The irony does not escape me, but I escape the ironies
The computer games, neon signs, the fast food nightmares
And all those great inventions of our time
And slip into a reality of mine
Not shown on some RCA box, or hand delivered
By the boy down the street on his skateboard
With his headphones on playing God knows what
Talking about who knows who
I know you
And your friend stole my peace flag. But that's ok
Because the peace is inside of me, not on my back fence
Where you trespass unto land I do not even really own
Peace is here
And I took a picture of it for you
Have a blessed day.