Humanity Hath Not Stray'd

Submitted by Madalyn Clare on Thu, 11/16/2017 - 04:27

Wherein humanity hath not stray’d
By the opening of the bay,
Shall be our home,
The gully’d gateway.

Where our parents shalt not seek
‘Neath the crooked cherry tree,
Shall be our parlor,
The dining, the nursery.

Where being live daren’t be,
Sporting driftwood fence weak,
Shall be the yard,
In whispers I speak.

Allow the wind, allow the free
Beginning become my

Author's age when written

Some random thoughts put together. If you have any suggestions or some fun stanzas to add, I'd love to hear it!


I love this! It brings to mind the fort my friends and I had outside under the oak trees. We had an old wooden fence (not driftwood) surrounding it, and trails leading out. We even had a fake grave and headstone. Gah, those were the days. Anyways, I love your poem. It has a sweet, whimsical feel to it, and I feel refreshed after reading it.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.