we called it the Prehistoric Forest
every nook and cranny of home had a name
it was a dank and mossy glen beside the creek
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Thanks. I did manage to find the right photo that closely matches the place I was writing about.
Childhood memories last in mind for long time. Mystery is reveled in this poem amazingly with wise expression about the theme of this poem....10
again Barry you dredged up my own childhood memories! I also had a place by the side of a creek, but mine was in the Appalachian woods in Penna. and it was magical to me also. Yours is definitely more bayou than mine, but those magical places never leave your memory, thank goodness! Lovely poem....
Thank you Marianne, I wrote this about three years ago. The woodlands are magical places wherever they are. I miss them more than anything. I appreciate the response.
Your magical description makes me long for a place like the one you spent your childhood in. I have a fascination with trees and woods. This poem makes my day. I can't have enough of forests n trees. Thanku for sharing Barry.
I am so glad you liked it. I wish I could go back to that very spot but Florida is my home now.