Member Poem

Frolic - frolic along with me
  And be as a spritely fawn
Running carelessly through the reeds
  As best we can imagine.

Let's traipse across the rivulet
  Where a log fell in the right place.
What luck that we should find it
  Like it knew of our escapade!

The shrubs have something to say;
  Small murmurs are thrown to the wind.
They catch up to us and whiz by
  But we've not a common language.

So wildly about the winds gush
  That my whipped hair looks feral.
We trample the weeds underfoot;
  We overtake a lonesome hill.

Somewhere, anywhere - let us run
  And forge for ourselves a new path.
Frolic with me through the unknown
  So sure that we never look back.