The Wood
By butch
In the little stand of wood where the ruffian crow robs the red bird nest the trees grow together as if it was meant, holding limbs for comfort evergreens, oak, maple, birch, elm, willows, old knotty pine scent of the growth natural, calming set spirits high ground squirrels chirp warns, greets wakes the forest a lone deer walks skiddishly ears at alert the hawk circles eyes keen misses nothing and, still the trees surrounds, comforts protects, this is home...... Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 03:12 PM PST 10 • 0 • 12
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"In the little stand of wood..."