Ancient Forest

Ms. Squeaky
What did I find in the ancient forest?

The mountain road was a lonely drive.
The path was grown up with brush.

The fluttering canopy was beautiful.
In the clearing I saw a fox.
Once the scattering birds had left,
I was alone in a world from past ages.

My way home was illuminated
by the golden sun in the west.
My day had been happy and I smiled.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Ms. Squeaky. By Trish Hamme [Image license]

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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