This poem was written as I sat in our RV in Williston Crossings RV Park, Williston, FL looking at the woods surrounding our site and the asphalt roadway network slicing the woods into sections. The park is beautifully laid out, but I wonder what a Seminole Chieftan like Micanopy would think if they saw it today.


Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions

Tucked beneath a canopy

trees surround the present scene;

a sea of mottled brown and green,

black trails man’s vision cloud the dream,

separates, severs green from green

But what thoughts of Seminole Chief Micanopy;

I wonder … did he ever view the present within a dream?

Did tears slip from his eyes as would a gentle running forest stream.

then … now dried, sliced in two … asphalt commands the present scene.                      5/25/2012

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