Youthful Wisdom

A sonnet of a sort

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I grew up wise in secret ways,
Of yellow slugs and orange newts,
The ever shifting lunar phase,
The first emergence of green shoots.

I followed trails ‘neath darkling trees
To learn the lore of bush and beast.
The ways of snakes and bumblebees,
Of berries ripe on which to feast.

I left that wisdom for a school
That scorned the folly of my youth;
Taught me that I was a fool,
Analysis would lead to truth.

Yet as I aged, the logic fled,
Left youthful wisdom in its stead.