The Forest

Seeing through the eyes of a child once again.

I can almost hear the echoes of our childhood

Hours spent at the creek

Toes in the water

Sun dried on the bank

Mud wars

The soft trickle of the stream

The rush of the breeze

Shrieks of laughter

Houses and structures from branches, vines

Our minds transformed them into whole new worlds and realms

We were royalty on the run

Refugees and bandits

Pioneers and prisoners

Elves and animals

War cries

Battle fields

The defeat of the enemy

The chase of the pursuers

Furtive whispers as we hid in the trees

Our eyes saw the forest come alive

Sour apples

Creek water

Baked roots

Foraging, herbal teas

We were the travelling healers

We were invincible

Swinging in the trees

Knowing the trails

Knowing your way home in the dark

Finding the secret places

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Refuge in the quiet

Calm for an anxious heart

The questions asked, tears shed

The trees and animals heard

But no one minded

The forest closed its arms around a shivering soul

The makers mark was everywhere

It was impossible to stay in the dark

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Solace

Wandering

Ears attuned to the sounds around you

Turning back time

Stopping the clock

You see it in flashes

Scenes

The story of your lives entwined

The forest holds the stories for the remembering

 

Reviews

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorow..]

Wonderfully written. Your poem is certainly intriguing, it grabs an attention. I wish you lot of success.

[Lizzie A.]

Thank you so much!!

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

This is a wonderful write here.....

[Lizzie A.]

Aw thank you I appreciate that :)

[Mary Jain]

Those first lines walked me through my childhood memories which we never will get back :"(

[Lizzie A.]

I know right..... we take childhood for granted.