Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Where You'll Find Me


Where You’ll Find Me
The morning April air
  welcomes with a cool breeze
Lone pines stand among the
  dense bare branched forest
Olive laurel sprout from the forest floor
  up from the brown wintered leaves
Branches and limbs scatter the earth
  in twists and tangles
The drumming of a grouse is heard
  A turkey gobbles in the hollow
Amongst this forest
  back from the main roads
A creek is hidden
  It riffles and gurgles as it flows
And this is where you’ll find me
  Part of it all




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