“The Star Scout’s Dollar” — Anonymous ’19

I had created a new path through the forest that day,
Equipped with wooden outposts and all necessities,
Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart.

 

An object, with a fleeting shine caught my face,
And I, in reasonable disillusion, buried that evil sight which mocked me so.
I had created a new path through the forest that day.

 

Nevertheless, my curiosity revolted against me, I suppose,
And I, timid as the animals themselves, uncovered the strange mystery
Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart.

 

Dare I look at such a strange object, foreign to nature itself?
No, but yes.  It was my trail before all else.
I had created a new path through the forest that day.

 

It was of nature, now that I recall, but not at the next moment.
My untrained hands examined the frigid copper
Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart.

 

However, I found the weathered coin unreadable, but the Moon’s Eagle hailed from another life,
When all the Star Scout required was the ground before him and the sky above,
had I created a new path through the forest that day,
Until my vision strayed away and struck my heart?

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