Unwritten Rules (A poem)

On a quiet night 

The corn stalks will shiver

And even if you aren't there to witness it-

The bare facts remain

We shall never be the same

A poem is not what the writer wants it to be

It's how the reader interrupts it; 

So even if you don't consider this to be one,

Or the one above,

It is neither here nor there. 

I know how I like it. 

It is only yours to roam. 

Such as how the explorers ravaged 

The land of the natives 

When the first arrived. 

They either liked it; 

Or needed to have control over it. 

So take these ideas, 

These miss matched words

And make another world.

One that's yours- 

One untold and only for you

That is of course unless you choose to share it-

Like I have with you.