The forest of my home,
Where a footstep away, my old house lies.
Where Autumn was as summer.
Where time seemed to float away with the wind,
And all feeling were intensified
By the warmth provided by the sun.
Where at night, the trees talked with the wind,
Whispering secrets to one another.
The smell of winter brought not death, but life,
As animals seek tireless, their storage to fill.
Where my secret fort, my private place,
Lies there, awaiting my return,
For it is a maze to anyone unknown.
And the wind still brings me news,
Of what has become of my previous life.
How it uses the falling leaves,
To hide it, and protect it from the coming rains.
And the tomb of my loved pet, my companion,
A garden worthy of a king.
And the most ancient oak,
Protector and keeper of that secret place,
As a mother bear does for its young.
The forest still lives, if not in substance, in memory,
And it shall for all eternity.
Author notes
A place where I lived as a child, now gone forever, but it still lives in my memories. This goes in 1.merories of childhood
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Comments
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GREAT poem....you've done a great job here, reliving your past forest home in these lines....this painted a beautiful portrait in my mind ;]
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I like it. Especially the descriptions of the trees talking to each other.
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Nice... This is very good stuff.
welcome to ap. I love this place hope you enjoy it here
Delila
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