A poem by Christopher Palmiotto.
Livable,
smell the air
strawberries have something to say,
it’s a concern.
There was somebody, in the field
he knelt down
said he doesn’t know how to feel
the stars at night.
Under dim moonlight
he felt scared,
said others are near,
they keep him up at night.
Gave him a good fright
said he shot in the dark
and missed his mark.
All it took was a walk
with an open ear
to listen to a tree
that whispered slight remarks.
It made him feel normal
in a world that burned,
he regained his moral.
Those things don’t scare this young man
he realized when working with his hands,
that the soil had a lot to say
that the strawberry grew during the day.
Biography:
My name is Christopher Palmiotto, I am a sophomore at University of Maine at Machias. I began writing poetry when I was a teenager to cope with life’s ups and downs. I came to Maine when I was nineteen, and since then have had many adventures within Maine and outside of the state. In the process, traveling has helped me form who I am and what I stand for, internally and externally.