Secret Woods

Will there always be forests to roam
for little ones far from their home,
a place where the whispering trees
invite them to rest on the loam

or just do whatever they please
away from parental decrees
that choke the inquisitive sort
with ‘Do As I Say’ disease,

that rotten, self-righteous retort
concluded by ‘OK Sport?’
To heck with that stuff man,
they’ll build an impregnable fort

who needs a stupid plan?
They’ll just do the best they can,
content to keep their secrets deep
in every wooded span.