A Walk In The Woods Poem by David Taylor

A Walk In The Woods

Rating: 5.0


The twig underfoot cracks with a
feeling of wakefulness in its breaking,
making movements in our hearts.
The rustle of leaves above reminiscent
of fresh sheets pulled above sleepy heads,
in the afternoon’s freshness.
The babble of the brook like the pouring
of champagne before outpourings of love,
which leaves us breathless.
Your laughter as I tickle your skin
with a buttercup made for tenderness within,
which leaves you speechless.
The squirrel which gathers some nuts
and scurries away to keep them for another day
making us want to hideaway,
leaving us senseless.
The tall grass which in gentle winds bend
and dance so closely as they sway
making us yearn to move that way.
I look in your eyes that say.
A walk in the woods,
it’s such a very nice way to discover and play.
And; are we alone here?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 04 April 2007

Beautiful piece, the imagery takes the reader on the walk.

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Malini Kadir 04 April 2007

it makes one walk....the woods with you.nice..............poetry!

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Alexander Johnson 09 January 2009

One of my favourite places described with such elegance and grace... 'We are all servants of this great divide between divine beauty and earthly creations. Our poetry is a gesture to bridge the gap'...

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Duncan Wyllie 18 April 2007

Are you alone here, well maybe in your own feild, this is a wonderful piece again by you David 'Your laughter as I tickle your skin with a buttercup made for tenderness within, ' Soft, gentle writing well formed Love duncan X

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Dee Daffodil 04 April 2007

I love the woods...there's always so much to discover... Hugs, dee

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Marci Made 04 April 2007

Lovely imagery in here..........liked the babbling brook comparison to champagne [very unique description and captivating] also the mention of buttercups, remembering as a child being told that you were to hold it under your chin and make a wish....such fun back then....Nice poem for a rainy, snowy few days ahead of us here, so cold too....marci. :)

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I can almost smell the pine needles on the trees and hear the crunching under foot - thank you Clair

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