These Are The Woods Poem by James McLain

These are those very dark woods
woods that are deep
where the air
that you breath
is so moist, damp and sweet
where more than one has loving died.

Woods that becuase of thier very nature
yes'wet is the dampness
under every watch full eye
that is seen is a face that can't speak
but is as red, is a rose when stuffed over flowingl of.

Cloked is the shadow the green eye moving slowly
Inside of the moss
through the grey dimming light
moving ever so slowly
seen through the peephole two.

Pushing past the very spot when your deep in sleep
comes a ghost with big hands he is dreamt never seen
expanding deep inside of your dreaming world
a world full of sleep and long moving limbs
these woods are berift of it's leaves
at the base of each tree.