Deep Earth:Forests of Home

I just mailed this off for the Joyce Kilmer Forest 75th Anniversary Poetry Contest. I hope you all enjoy..

Tap toes, skipping stones, nostalgia at it's finest.
To build a fire, to live, and to breathe,
where my ancestors did hunt and gather.
In this forest of elder trees and mythic fountains.
To feel the dirt flow through my hands,
for the cool water to rush over me.

In a place which seems untouched by time.
Where there are no sounds, of city streets, oh those
honks and beeps, which created a city's soulless beat.
Here you can hear the peace, beginning and ending.
The wheel of life in full turn.

Becoming a witness to the beauty which surrounds
me epic and everlasting, like the memories left from dreams.
I shall be forever pulled by my seams, by these majestic dreams,
which flow and climb around me.

Resurrecting me, from my desert bones.
To be quenched and rebuilt of earth
and sinew, like those trees, hundred years old.
I am the Green One, the fallen one, laid amongst oak leaves,
and the hoof beats of a wandering fawn.

Becoming the wind which flows through these scattered dreams.
the whispering chants of the Old Ones, the  beat of the
forest, like the heart of the tribe.
To bring them back to their roots, which twist and ramble,
along the face of their mother.

Here is where you find that maternal peace,
with her arms rambling about you, enveloping you in her
towering might, amongst the evergreens.
Quietly dreaming up in her boughs.

Reviews

[Michael X]

I find this poem to be beautiful and enigmatic, the imagery is soft and
takes the reader to another place and time, connected with nature.
you have talent, keep it up.