The Forest Poem by Winston Edgar Hall

The Forest



A biting desire exists
Amid men to encroach upon
Wooded arenas;
Creeping with care due
To tightly wound tension.

Our Soul!
Coerced into fear
Though prompted by
Quaint apprehension.

Thursday, November 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,forest
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