In the midst of a primeval wood where the silence surrounds
you like a thick familiar blanket. There I the lone traveler stood
by a meandering old wall of stone and a lazy flowing stream
Along its rocky bank I chased a dream as the songs of birds and creaking of the trees, complete this peaceful scene. And there I stood between the modern world and this one so serene.
As I travel deeper into that ancient wood there is one simple truth that I now understood this world of peaceful solitude is where I belong.
© JPM 3/29/2009
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Lovely, takes the reader to the peace and serenity one can only find in nature.T