The Path Through The Woods Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The Original Tom Maxwell

The Original Tom Maxwell

East St. Louis Illinois /now in Junction city, or Belleville, Illinois

The Path Through The Woods



The path through the woods,
Deer run everyday,
Sharing much beauty,
Never a word they say.

Colorful leaves falling,
Cooler air, they can not bare,
Decorating the sky,
As I look out my window, and stare.

Squirrels gathering nuts,
Storing for their winter needs,
Many birds have flown south,
Others stay searching for feed.

The bright sun in the sky,
A blessing, on this fall day,
As the season of winter,
Approaches our way.



Tom Maxwell copyright 11/22/2006 A.D.

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The Original Tom Maxwell

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East St. Louis Illinois /now in Junction city, or Belleville, Illinois
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