Down the path
Over rocks and ffallen trees
Across the creak
Past the wild rosebush
Under trees of
Oak
Cider
Elm
There is a clearing
In the woods
A little spot
Surrounded by trees
A stump to sit on
To think
To contemplate life
Or just enjoy the quiet
This is my spot
This clearing in the woods
My own little hiding place
- Author: Tony36 ( Offline)
- Published: January 14th, 2017 08:02
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
Wow Tony. Made me think of the walks in the forest with my dog years ago. Very nice job.
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Thanks TONY ~ YES ~ TO THE WOODS ! Yours BRIAN
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Oh that sounds heavenly!
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Love this Tony..
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You took me right there.
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Sounds like a wonderful place to sit and enjoy the peace and beauty of nature. Great write really enjoyed the read Tony.
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Mine is between some oaks in the middle of the woods. Very nice.
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Sounds very peaceful! ~ Bella
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