Forest Home Poem by Barry Middleton
Forest Home
nature is the best home
moonbeams on black water
silver and ebony dancing
music of an autumn breeze
the woodlands are my home
a place where I am free
beside the darkened slough
I wait to know a sign
I hear the incantations
the sounds the forest makes
a bullfrog has its say
the night owl seeks its prey
the leaves are speaking too
the almost silent scurry
of so much life
that calls the forest home
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Moments of eternity.