Self-sufficient
By lexy
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They reckon nature, is a healer
Well I'm lost in verdant cure
Three miles from beast of burden
And my map's become demur
In the distance Mr Sunday
Rustles weatherproof
Do I ask for route directions?
Or exude a learned aloof?
His footwear screams proficiency
A compass-cradles in his hand
Each concentrated footfall
Flattering the land
The rucksack as he passes
Clatters well equipped
Provisions for a week at least
With tent and bedding shipped
I bet he drives a four by four
With fireproof blanket and an axe
His shirts are always ironed
Leather belt and braces waxed
A dehydrated sofa afforded, just in case
A flask and microscopic television
Complete with self-unfolding base
I bet his driveways level
There's no puddles on his lawn
He has a pc guided bevel
And combat cultured spawn
He knows just where he's going
Smugly at a pace
Agile boots, tenacious routes
And self-sufficient face
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