My Pine tree In The Forest

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This is a poem I have written for my dearly beloved forest and how we met.


Ode to my forest
I have driven to a foreign woods hesitantly.
As it is not my own woods, but I can never go back there now.
I come to a field and decide I will walk into and explore this woods.
I can feel the magic of this forested land.
There is angel white snow on the ground but 3/4th of it has melted.
Standing there in the corner of my forest I see a small pinetree.
On one side of the tree, there are branches all the way down to the ground.
On the other side it is bare up to a perfect point.
Not too high not too low.
Just right.
Perfect place to sit down, and watch the forest.
So I sit and I observe from the stillness underneath my pine.
Minutes pass and I become very relaxed and quiet.
The wind is a refreshing spring breeze on my face and I feel more alive as I drink it in through my breath.
There are rain clouds out, dark blue completely covering the sky. But no rain.
It is beautifully woven to fit my taste.
I hear snow geese honking off behind me on a lake or possibly a pond.
I see a bald eagle majestically fly over me. King of the sky.
There are times of deep silence in my forest, and times where the geese are so loud its all I hear .
I have finally found my forest.

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My goal with this poem was to use as many descriptive words as possible. I'll run over this post many more times. It will be changing from time to time until I post I am satisfied with it. Got any comments/critique. Drop me a line.

Until then. Truth out!
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