Found: a poem, down a dusty old path
that leaves have scraped with many final breaths.
When asked why it lingered so, it laughed
and held onto my arm, and hopped with wreaths
of dry, pressed daisies (all the color drained)
upon its golden head. It did not seem
to care that it was lost, that I had dreams
of unearthing it on this long-worn lane.
Alas! It speaks to me, these rambling rags;
the restful whisper fills up the silent,
lonely contours of my Self, in the crags
and vales, rivers all dry and seeming spent.
“Walk,” it says, “and soon you’ll find your way.
The lost are truly blessed when they stray.”
Dwelling deep in the forests of New England, Graham spends most of his time reading, taking walks with his dog, and learning new and interesting things (and reveling in cooler, more temperate climates). Born and raised in the Boston area, Graham was homeschooled from an early age. After high school, he proceeded to get a bachelor’s in Literature from Patrick Henry College in Northern Virginia. He currently resides in the Boston area while pursuing a master’s in Education at Gordon College, steeping in the rich history of his home turf and a continued exploration of literature from across the world. He says you should read Alan Paton’s Cry, the Beloved Country and Chaim Potok’s The Chosen, because they are incredible novels. Also, read Robert Frost.