The Quiet ForestA Poem by Christopher 'Windstorm' KellsThe Quiet Forest By Windstorm Kells ©2001 In the eerie silence of the dense forest Where birds, bear, and other living pests Live their lives without feeling mankind On the ground they slither or crawl around For some reason ne’er making a sound Knowing just were to place their bodies Busy ants of red carry food home alone Moving, trying to make it home Seeing not the bird until too late Wind breathing a whisper thru the trees An old raven looking around sees Creatures at work or play Cast about in the gloom Flowers ne’er seem to bloom Dead spruce trees look like legions of skeletons laid about The cheerful sun, denied access to the ground Where a tree falls, no one will hear its sound Day by day in the quiet forest…
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Added on May 10, 2008AuthorChristopher 'Windstorm' KellsEugene , ORAboutAs the wheel of time goes ever on, we change we learn and we shine, i am thankful this year for many reasons, i am 35 this year, so i look forward to an exciting year, with new friends, old acquainta.. more..Writing
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