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Showing posts with label woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woods. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

She No Longer Remembered


(I long to go back to the deep woods. The solitude, with only the company of the wildlife, beckons me.
Thank you, Doug, for this great write! )

She No Longer Remembered

She went to live among the trees
On the banks of a river wide
The wind was her music
The forest was her guide
She no longer remembered
Why she had cried

Douglas Evans

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Choices


Choices

I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,  
an unseen nest
where a mountain  
would be.

by Tess Gallagher

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dancing in the Woods

 
Dancing In The Woods

Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away where I can fly
The depth of life will dim the temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears
’cause it’s all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather
I’m dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music’s the reason why I know time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
“Dancing” by Elisa
 
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