My Forest

March 14, 2010
I know every hill
Every rock, every thorn
Every step to avoid
So as not to trip

I know when each tree will bloom
I know none by name
I’ve memorized birdcalls
I converse, though them I do not see

When rumbling rolls of thunder
And whistling winds come through
I know which trees will waver
I know which leaves will fall

I have been here so little
Yet I’ve been here so long
I’ve swerved around each trunk
And I’ve ducked under each bough

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Authorgal98 said...
Jun. 16, 2010 at 1:26 pm
Beautiful! Truely beautiful, and i can relate, so that helps.  I have a hideout/fort about a mile away form my house. It's, of course, in the wooods. Keep on writing, hun!
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