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Ancient Woodland

By Roy D. Follendore III

Copyright 2002 by RDFollendoreIII

 

OHH dewy vine,

creasing deepest

grass green

sublime

twisty creeper,

roper sleeper,

broad great leafs

holding hands

with midday suns,

shading mountains

of perfume

sweets,

gushing and oozing

nectars hidden

from the bees.

Climbing holding

clinging folding

ready in dark trees,

a great grandmothers

spot,

where heat and cool

can be set free.

Deeply  waiting

within this

forest

of ancient

Tennessee,

as it was

the first time

with you and me.

 

 

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