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A
trail
goes through the woods
overgrown now
with spring growth
it is barely visible
closed in and off
by green grass
grown knee high
grass so wet
with dew
it soaks through
pant legs and makes
boots change color
from light to dark
the trail
cannot hide itself
from men
who wander into woods
determined to find
rest and solitude
men who keep company
gladly with themselves
in silent harmony
with their surroundings
things will be found
more important than themselves
away in the woods
far off the beaten path.
© d.knape
April 29, 2014
"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry
by d.knape
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