A Riot Of Old Growth Forest - Poem by douglas lewis
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.
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