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Into the woods
Contributed by
ellewood
on
Monday, 16th January 2012 @ 05:13:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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in the dark of night we go into the woods
hand in hand we go along
hearing the cries of the night owl song
the full moon gives us our light
and the stars twinkle brightly above
oh to behold such a beautiful sight
the breeze blows softly
through the trees
making the branches sway to and fro
all the while letting us know
for us its putting on a show
up ahead we hear a noise
its a fawn and her mother
standing with great poise
they look our way scared at first
but go on to a brook to quench their thirst
the woods at night is a great place to go
such beauty everywhere and it puts on quite a show
go and listen to the trees and the call of the wild
for if you go and do this
you will once again find your inner child
Copyright ©
ellewood
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2012-01-16 17:13:41] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Into the woods
(User Rating: 1 ) by girish on
Monday, 16th January 2012 @ 11:32:10 PM AEST (User
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Natures call and natural admirers are there thanks for sharing |
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Re: Into the woods
(User Rating: 1 ) by Tracy on
Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 10:24:08 AM AEST (User
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"they look our way scared at first
but go on to a brook to quench their thirst"
Love this part! Excellent rhythm here! Great image. :) |
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Re: Into the woods
(User Rating: 1 ) by Robert_Edgar_Burns on
Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 11:22:35 AM AEST (User
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Better title would have been "Night Calls."
But you have told us the truth of the matter
that everywhere we look on God's Earth,
there is beauty and awe to take our breath away.
Blessings, Robert Edgar Burns (Rob) |
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