(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
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



