backwoods trails,
scrambling over logs,
ducking branches,
scratching arms
grouse and partridge
mad flapping wings…
quiet, still,
awaiting
danger to pass
underbrush clears,
leaves crunch
between tall stately trees
reaching forever
golden hawks circle
(they always do),
clouds drift slowly,
magic descends
i think of places
from where we’ve come
and what it took to get here —
we are blessed
Your words paint a picture beyond mere words, My favorite lines were also at the end, but this one, too: “leaves crunch
between tall stately trees
reaching forever”
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i think of the places
from where we’ve come
and what it took to get here —
we are blessed
My favorite part.
Hi Dennis, thanks a lot for reading. We, we do. I really enjoy your poetry. It is truly touching.
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I like this a lot … especially the last four lines.
All the best … Kris
http://www.awritersden.Wordpress.com
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