Searching through the Woodlands Still

January 13, 2008
By Grant Gill, Alexandria, VA

Searching through the woodlands still
I wonder how the clearing will
Present itself if gone from view
Maybe to only the chosen few
The tunneled greens the sharp grass
Confine and inhibit some crawling pass
For even when struggling through the shadow
The stabbing closer emanates the sorrow
Felt from who enter a lonely space
Thoughts fleeting with effortless grace
Never a chance never a doubt
Of what makes each turn about
The spiraling ending that’s for sure
Can make us think of nothing more


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