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 Poems of Westminister Woods Living creatures in the tide pools The crashing waves on the high rocks The rough rocks under my feet The salty water The squishy sea anemone under my fingers A Redwood Tree Like a tower that’s reaching for the sky Like a giant ready to stomp on me Like a suspended net waiting to tangle me Like a radio tower sending out signals Like a telephone pole towering over me Like a red skyscraper waving in the wind Like a masterpiece wanting to be looked at Like a package of beauty for me to admire Woods Dark, creepy Logging, living, flowing Trees everywhere Forest Cabin, at Night Everyone sleeping, tossing, and turning The rhythmical hooting of owls A warm, happy feeling blossoming in my heart The crisp air of the blackened sky The soft sponginess of my sleeping bag Article posted April 18, 2012 at 01:42 PM • comment • Reads 572 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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