My Woods

by Corinne   Mar 25, 2007


My Woods

Some years ago, My Woods were beautiful
They were mine, and I knew them intimately
Whenever I’d visit, new wonders awaited
To enchant and thoroughly delight me

A patch of Daffodils hidden among the bramble
A Snail sliming its way up a tree
A Red Tailed Hawk gyring high overhead
Mulberries aplenty for Mourning Doves to eat

But now the ground has gone fallow
Daredevil boys on dirt bikes rape the land
Life no longer flourishes as it did
And what is left are handfuls of sand

March 24, 2005

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  • 17 years ago

    by Fran

    I can empathise with you here. Once it's gone it's gone and it seems most are indifferent about it at best. A sad and poignant poem.

  • 17 years ago

    by OHgreenman

    A sad nature piece...but I like the imagery described throughout the poem and the message of what we do as humans to destroy the beauty of our own home...beautiful...beautiful...beautiful piece.

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