The great Algonquin park,
lush forest of great unknowns,
the secrets that lie in her shadows,
and mystery that have found home.
Deep inside this forest green
A lonewolf's trail forges it's path,
In and out of her vast density,
The hunting spirit, and days pass.
The mighty soul of spirit one,
In search of great surrender,
Preys upon the offers taking,
solitude, being it's defender.
A passage from such journey,
Brings conjure of such folklore,
The truths and myths that abound,
O f this singular mighty Thor......
SIR G.>>>I do believe I LIKE THIS A LOT! Thought you caught a slight of hand on P A R K, INSTEAD OR PART...Then I realized twas your wit & creativity & now I like this piece even more....A Fine Write'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One superlative opening sequence regarding the mythical goings-on in a setting with which I am well-aquainted, Algonquin Park. I am anxious to see how the series unfolds. Kudos, Greg