In the Wailing Woods

The trees contain the secrets of the woods. Listen closely, and they may share what they know.

In the wailing woods, I walk.

The gnarled up trees seem to talk,

of years gone by,

and days to come,

brandishing a moan,

a lonely hum.

As I quietly begin my stroll,

I see the dark winters have

taken their toll.

A deep desire the trees do hold,

to share their secrets, I am told.

Creaky whisperings whip from branches.

Wild tales of hairy beasts, and

heroic stories of man sprouted

from an ancient land.

When twisted trees were seedlings new,

they collected mysteries as they grew

to share the language of the Earth, of our origins,

and of our birth.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Though the poem is supposedly about enjoying a walk in the woods, it contains many dark images of what might have occurred in those woods. The speaker yearns to know more about those happenings, but can only wonder at the "mysteries." It is something to consider. We can only guess at the struggles our ancestors endured in places we pass by every day.

[LeslieNoel]

Thank you for your review!