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Backyard Woods This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

The woods – a still atmosphere
Yet teeming with life under the surface,
The gnarled tree branches,
The moist ground underneath,
The decayed perfume fragrance,
Tumbled in the breeze.

We moved forward,
No direction in mind,
Following a course that was not
predetermined,
Shoes barely making a sound,
On the slippery glistening leaves
That did evince we were even there.

Brisk wind
Carried the scent of unseen life,
The air vibrating with their noise,
Watching us,
A foreign energy in their home.

The trees' branches
Reached toward the overcast sky
Like skinny fingers
wanting a cloud,
An occasional leaf
Hanging on, not wanting to let go.

Our muscles ached in protest
As we ascended the boulder splattered
with lichen,
Our long hair sticking to our faces,
A sigh of relief –
No – accomplishment – as we reach the top,
The striped blanket
Bringing bright color to an earthly pallet,
We settled down and unpacked our bags,
Blueberries, sandwiches, juice pouches,
watermelon, pasta salad,
Rested on the fabric,
Peanut butter on her chin,
My laugh resonating through the still
atmosphere
As the woods seemed to join in.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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