September 19, 2009
By gabglee BRONZE, Baltimore, Maryland
gabglee BRONZE, Baltimore, Maryland
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Here I am again
Oh, how I tried to stay away
But I'm looking at the Forest
And I remember yesterday
And I've been down this old dirt path
So many times before
I've cleared away the dangers
Like sticks, and stones, and thorns
I've tried to make it safer
But each time I wander through,
I stumble and I fall
and it makes me think of you
I can never leave the Forest
For I fear that when I do
All the leaves will change
And I will miss the view

The author's comments:
this is a metaphorical poem. On the surface it says one thing but its talking about something else

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