A Riot Of Old Growth Forest Poem by douglas lewis

A Riot Of Old Growth Forest



Step into the old growth forest
Where the towers mob the sun
With their rails of bark in rising
And boughs of green in run.
A melee of mosses,
A free for all of ferns.
And the haunting snags
Of hollow ghosts
With charcoal in their veins.

Friday, June 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: forest,nature
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