A Woody Path Poem by james watkin

A Woody Path

Waddled up to, he'll not be
Swallowed, and whole, by all of
Its dimnesses grim.
Tall stood, for tree, in passing
Nor will let, fear-shadowing
Each rule over him.

Go, follow, if you doubt me.
Angel-soft. Who's own steps
Closer, still, safeguard!
How I know this who can say.
'Cept in my own lone-turned day
Had fled the coward.

Monday, October 2, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: boy,woods
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james watkin

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