Pine-laden air lifts
my footfalls as I climb up
the wilderness trail.
So lightly I tread
on pine needles and leaf-mold,
I startle a buck.
Wind-downed aspen leans,
held up by outstretched tree limbs,
never tiring.
The sturdy trunk stands
straight, taking the extra weight
without a shudder.
Blackberry shrub holds
branches high, though pine needles
weigh down ev'ry twig.
Above buzzards watch
injured skunk 'circle the drain, '
turning on dark wings.
Wind whooshes in trees,
sounds like cars on the highway,
confusing my bearings.
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Lillian this is a beauty..very nice depiction...took us up the forrested path...almost smelt the woodsy pines...thanx fantastic lines...really liked em cheers