The beginning of a wooded trail
That leads to an ancient ground
Trodden for a thousand years
... and nothing ever found
Solitude in this mountainous wood
The delicate sounds of the leaves
Insects are creeping all under foot
Chewing all that will not be
A home of the ancient resides above
Mandrakes rule the quiet grounds
A heavy feeling begins to flood
And churn all the wooded sounds
An existence that few believe to be
A waiting presence that time has bound
What awaits me in yonder lee
The peaceful journey, is no more found
Heaviness weighs the wilderness
A quietness that speaks so loud
Intriguing feelings that ever lure me
To the heavy abode on ancient ground
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It was a lonely trail in the Ozarks. Or was it? 🤐
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments3
I love the way this is written! Look forward to reading more.
Thanks, E-Poems.
Very good write, if only that ground could speak we would learn of many things.
Magnificent.
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