An untitled poem

Hardly ever do I look into the sky;

And wonder how many miles, the Swiss alps are from me,

Quite often I do wonder if I

Take ten feet, and go around the world what, I will find.

Hardly ever do I think about

how many aunts’ uncles, and cousins my friends have.

Quite often I do ponder ideas,

  Poems, and scripts, which suggest views of life, liberty, and God.

Hardly ever do I wonder if Jason

was honorable, in his deed concerning the golden fleece.

Quite often I do wonder if I

Offend, scar and hurt people, without giving a thought.

Hardly ever do I wonder if the

Beautiful language of flowers is still widely recognized.

Quite often I do wonder how many

 people have walked this foot of ground, and what they first thought.

Hardly ever do I wonder if I

 Ever will fall off a cliff, not die instantly and suffer immensely.  

Quite often I do look to the stars;

and wonder at their beauty glimmering with the yellow of fire.

                                                           --Katrina