This
particular poem is one I
wrote when I was
just a kid. It
was among others
that I had
saved in an old
folder, many years
ago.
(except for the
last verse, which
I added later)
Picture pine-cones
spread upon
the ground
Squirrels sneaking
by
And I know why,
The forest holds
this peaceful sound.
Leaves are scattered
every which
way
Soft wind whispering
Rain is challenging,
I'll never see a
more beautiful day.
No traffic jams
- not one red light
The path is clear
No sirens here,
It's visitors speak
throughout the
night.
The birds in tune
as rabbits race
This forest
sings -
And joy
it brings,
As I stroll thru'
My Favorite Place.
Author/Poem Written
By:
Tammy Boatman-Young
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