A poem I’ve written while seeing a beggar doing a very surprising and novel deed.. sharing his bread to an elderly woman. He do have a very beautiful heart.

How Mother Nature calls to a Hermit to play.

Why live in a city? A forest provides so much more.

A poem about misanthropy.

When all else fails hibernate.

Just a little ditty about a hermit.

A childhood friend is a Mountain man living in the Montana wilderness.

Fearing the change that comes with not using.

I see you but go unnoticed and unwanted.

I am a self confession “room hermit” – hear my side of the story! You might start understanding that weirdo in work/housemate who doesn’t leave the room/student who doesn’t talk to the rest of the class that little bit more.