Tale of 'A City Girl' through poetry

Earlier in the week, readers got a sneak peak into a personal memoir from Gaston Day School's award-winning literary arts magazine, "Blutopia."

Today, here's a sample of poetry from the publication:

A City Girl
By, Jessica Mandell

City girls don't walk in the woods
Unless we find ourselves lost
Irrevocably and literally
Lost.
And if we are, we are caught surprised
Momentarily leaving a luncheon
Strolling innocently in a new coat
A wrong turn, another
Ending up under leaves
Covering the sky.
We city girls
We metropolitan women
Crane our necks to see tree tops
That aren't anywhere near scraping the sky
But those trees seem inexplicably massive
Colossal, unreal, unbelievable.
And before we know it
We're standing in the middle
Of a circle of trees
A perfect circle
Like a swirling design on Baroque china.
In all our confusion
We give ourselves to the forest
If only for a moment.
But that moment is long enough
To notice just how perfect
Random is
Our cities are never random.
No human arranged these trees
They plopped themselves there
Without asking for permission
Or an audience or applause.
No architect planned
Nor could any plan
Such beauty.
Dizzying.
With all our wit
We won't see the party
Just a mile or so away
Not far at all
From a quietly thriving masterpiece
But unnoticed just the same.
We city girls have level heads
But we got lost
In a nearby wood
Or maybe we were lost before.
I will never again feel as loved as I did
When I stood amongst giants
Whose life rushed in.