41. My Wooded World
Analysis of Form and Technique
As a child, I would sit and ponder
at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
as if they were calling my name.
Analysis of Form and Technique
As a child, I would sit and ponder
at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
as if they were calling my name.
I spend every waking moment that I can outside, walking with my dog in nature! We are fortunate to live surrounded by many trees. They make me feel safe and protected, and this poem shows me...
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I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
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Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
Analysis of Form and Technique
A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets