There once was a place I could escape to,
a place where it could be warm,
yet snow.
A place where I could go and only the bald eagles could
accompany me in my soft song of tears,
and groans of pain.
A place where the trees were as soft as my tears,
and as rough as my jagged thoughts.
A place where only the birds,the wind and the trees
were ready to be my loyal servants when in need and sorrow.
MY place.
Not a place,MY place...
Author notes
FUNKY CHICKEN,yes I read the rules! PICTURE INSPIRED! http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NGSPOD/124663~An-American-Bald-Eagle-Perched-in-a-Snow-Covered-Forest-Near-a-Stream-Posters.jpg
A contest entry
- A Secret Place by The Green Elf.
375 points, ended November 13, 2008, 22 entries
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