Scoutmaster

Scoutmaster

A Poem by Albatross
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It has never been about the mountain

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I salute my situation and follow your trail
A degree west, you say
To the mountain, you say

Dearest scoutmaster, you have my faith
I’ll suck the venom from your body
Or at least talk you through it yourself
There’s no poison, you say
It’s a beautiful mountain, you say

Sir, I don’t see where we are going
Fog smears the color of your fabled rock
Scoutmaster, have you considered I am cold?
Just be warm, you say
This mountain is nothing but warmth, you say

Scoutmaster, I’m afraid you are lying
I feel poison and I see a plain
Have we even moved uphill?
My reflection in our elevation is not reassuring
But Mister, I will trust you still
Just take your hand, you say
There’s a badge at the top of the mountain, you say

Scoutmaster, we just left an island and I am low on fuel
Sir, you said it is okay so why are you angry?
You’re lying to me and you put your heat on ice
I’m sorry but I’m going to turn from you if that’s okay
There’s something on your mind, you say
The mountain is not okay
There is no mountain, you say

Blinking through water, I’m confused
You’ve ruined my island
Scoutmaster, the leaves changed and it’s no longer good
I’m afraid I’m angry too
Falling from you was easy now
I regretted you
Why do I turn out from you, you say
We can build a new mountain together, when it snows and when I return, you say

My loyalty descends from me
You are trustworthy, scoutmaster
My trust just doesn’t like you
Not right now
You’re sorry, you say
It can be okay, you say

© 2014 Albatross


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Added on February 24, 2014
Last Updated on February 24, 2014
Tags: poetry, scoutmaster, boy scouts, scouts, mountain, nature, metaphor, extended metaphor, friends, argument, anger

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Albatross
Albatross

Savannah, GA



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