Down the Hidden Path
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I like to walk the forest,
the deep quiet hush heals my soul;
except all the bird songs seem to be chorused,
I enjoy the concert on my tranquil stroll;
and find a hidden trail.
The deep green foliage wraps me like a veil,
with a scent intoxicating- thirsty I inhale;
and walk on and on,
oh, I want to walk until the day is gone.
Soon- a stream with a white swan,
and the babies following her are the dearest;
while father floats as if on patrol,
around the edge grow the lovely cattail;
oh, quiet here comes a fawn . . .
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June 27, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Down the Hidden Path
Copyright Protected, ID 20- 1263-383-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Strand Completely New (1)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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