A Rare Place
~~~~
He wandered far from the well trodden path
into the forest dense. Tall trees, that spread
under a canopy of gold and green,
allowed the late afternoon sun to pierce
the tiny gaps between the foliage.
Reflecting shafts of milky white vapour
like heavenly arrows of silken gauze
arising way beyond the highest tree.
The air was silent, only nature breathed.
The man sat down beside a grassy knoll
his body resting on the gentle slope.
Unburdened by the cares of day, he slept.
~~~~
Margaret Foster
Written. 3rd September 2014
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