On a trail I walked, this morn, without talk,
and meditated nature sedated.
Some tourists I stalked while at texts they gawked
unrelated to un-appreciated
lakes green and flowers yellow. Oh Powers!
Why are they allowed, these annoying crowds!
Need they Time's hours? Need they cell-phone towers?
With ring-tones so loud, they still act so proud!
“Look at us,” they say, “we saw a tree today”
Sightless to their trek, all they see are texts
This is my dismay: that all tourists may
some year seek to perplex kids with no ex-
ample but a
cheap pixelated bleep
with no
lesson that seeps, or tall-tale to keep.
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