“40 Acres” by William David


Just a small piece of ground,
just 40 acres, it ain’t that much.
I’ve heard it told before,
homesteaders got 40 acres, sometimes more.
Just enough space all around,
for my peace and privacy and such.
I just want to be a little out of touch.
I’m not looking for total isolation,
just enough room to be left alone.
Some time for some self-inner examination.
It is my speculation that if my dream was known,
I’m telling you it’s true,
I think 40 acres would due.
A buffer to the outside world at times,
away from the madness, the craziness, and the crimes.
Some say the world is going to Hell,
some say it’s going in a handbasket.
I know it’s far from peachy keen and all is not well.
I don’t need all that hate and negativity, I’d blow a gasket.
So, just give me those 40 acres, I’d be a happy man.
Now to figure out how to get those 40 acres, and if I can.
Yes, I think I’d then have it all,
just my little dot on the map,
-there I could get away from it all.
and there I ‘m sure I could have a real ball.
Or, I could just go and take a nap,
on this summer day and sleep until Fall.


After a successful career as a Senior Designer working with international mining companies, William David is retired now and living in Tucson, Az. He likes spending time now devoted to his passion: writing poetry.