these woods ...A Poem by annie leerengo -- series of tankathis is the path, is it not? i dropped the crumbs and snapped the nearby twigs i chipped "x" in the tender bark of a yearling sapling but these woods . . . are dark and shadows dart before me on this sodden path. an owl softly hoots -- i am startled by the forest sound. this is the path, how can it not be when they told me which to follow? this does not look like home or my heart's desire. These woods are . . . © 2013 annie leeFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on July 16, 2013 Last Updated on July 22, 2013 Tags: poetry, lost, finding our way Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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