In The Woods Poem by Rebecca Wiles

In The Woods



In the woods, where the Blueberries grow,

is where we often like to go.

Eating along the path,

as we merrily laugh,

where seeds so many years did sow.



Along the path is a Cedar tree,

standing tall, for all to see.

How we often grace,

this beautiful place,

just little Ray and me!

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