Treasure Island

Marilyn Shepperson

(4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

A Walk of Trees


Come with me. along a path I know
That runs beside a deep narrow river
That in places is only a stream
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  • Cyclopseven R (11/11/2007 5:07:00 AM)

    Trail of trees? Fantastic write. I can see the fertile soil shadowed by the wondrous trees. In my mind, they speak with love, the trees that are rooted with layers of history. (Report) Reply

  • Raul Castelan (6/7/2007 7:23:00 PM)

    This takes me back to Bocaccio's writing. He was but a good author to have read. You did a superb job in this one. (Report) Reply

  • Scarlett Treat (9/25/2006 9:59:00 AM)

    Funny, but when I read your title, A Walk of Trees, I visualized trees walking, and possibly dancing, when I turned my back. But your journey through the woods was just lovely whether the trees are dancing or not. Maybe in a passing breeze? ? (Report) Reply

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