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Pennies

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My mother is the forest
My father is the mountain
And me, I'm the mall's seventeen year old fountain.
While hikers make a trek through dangerous terrain
People come to me, flipping in their change
While the Discovery Channel visits to make a documentary
People come over here, their child flipping pennies
Making their wishes, secretly asking for dreams
That they've wanted since before they were teens
But on you, discoveries are forged, memories made
A different outdoorsman changing his life, everyday
Pushing through the trees, pulling through the snow
From the mossy ground up to where nothing can grow
Peaks and summits, they've made a base camp
The air is so humid it makes your whole face damp
When they trudge through the forest, my dear dear mother
They rely on only themselves and each other
And father, when they climb up through the peak at such a high height
They do it without even the slightest bit of fright
But guys, please remember that I'm still here, too
I even still have the penny that they wished with for you.
Everyone matters c;
© 2012 - 2024 mephetical
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TrueishColours's avatar
How excellent. I love the juxtaposition of the wild with the urban.
...did I just type that? So pretentious OTL. But good poem! Also how in 'the olden days' I guess people might have thought that the mountain and the forest were sacred, these days we make our wishes in the fountain, and nobody thinks it's special, but secretly people who wish hope it is. Or children believe it is. Or something. Anyway, we still have our sacred spots.
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