.3. Woodlands Poem by David Threadgold
.3. Woodlands
Pine cones on a woodland floor
Where leaves have browned and fell
The heavy scent of forest fare
A distinctive musty smell
Hedgehogs hunt the dampened earth
While worms go down to hide
Where mushrooms grow among the trees
Along the shady side
See all of this and so much more
When walking in a wood
A freshness that is nature’s way
To make us all feel good
© 2008 David Threadgold
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I live in the country and appreciate all of the natural beauty of it. I read the other comment posted and I feel sometimes sorry that the City folk don't have what most of us seem to take for granted. Great write!
Living in the city, makes me appreciate more the little bits of nature in it. Yesterday, I saw a squirrel with an acorn, the size of its head, in its mouth. These things are what i notice most.
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5/17/2024 6:48:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nothing quite like the scents of the forest & your words brought it all to life - great piece :)