Childhood's Sacred Places
Childhood's Sacred Places
I dreamt I was a girl of nine.
So, venturing into the autumn
woods, I skipped happily!
I found a river and some frogs
calling each other, merrily.
Even some logs to walk and
balance on, carefully!
I found leaves of such beauty,
into my backpack they went.
I touched each tree, each had
a different feel and scent.
Alas the sun was going down
and not knowing what to do.
I hugged an Oak and did say,
" Now you stay right here! I
am coming back for you."
Memories of Thatcher Woods
Elmwood Park, Illinois
Ocober 16, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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