A Walk In The Woods

John Prophet

Thunder
in the
distance.
Lighting
dancing,
edging
dark clouds.
Soft rain
thru the
pines.
Boughs dripping
in the pond.
Birds sounding
bird talk.
Many languages
to be
heard.
Frogs
in the pond
announcing
their attendance.
Walking along
the path,
they take no
notice of
my
intrusion.
The
planet is theirs.
I’m
just
passing through.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2018 06:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • FineB

    Hi JGCollins.

    I am a rambler and I belong to a walking group.

    This poem speaks to me. There is nothing more therapeutic than a walk in tbe woods to relieve the stress of modern life and its effects.

    Thank you

    Keep writing
    FineB

    • John Prophet

      Hi FB,

      Thank you for reading my work and your generous comment.

      Happy Birthday

      JG

    • Michael Edwards

      A real pleasure of a read JG

      • John Prophet

        Thank you, I appreciate that.



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