Wilderness

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I walked through the forest...
Treading on the falling leaves...
The air smelled fresh...
The silence of the wilderness had a language of its own..
It rustled, it chirped, it sang, it gurgled, it slithered, it whispered...come into my abode....
Sit, breathe, live a little, hum a little...
See me transform as the season decides to cloak me...
See yourself change as you sit awestruck...
They call my home  the wilderness...
I call it my fortress...

◄ Home and Heart

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Tim Ellis

Wed 20th Oct 2021 12:41

Nice poem. I feel just the same about wild areas.

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keith jeffries

Tue 19th Oct 2021 23:41

Well written with a good use of language and description.

Thanks for this
Keith

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