Hidden Nature Trail
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Written, November 08, 2023
Submitted to the contest, No.1263,Unplaced
Sponsor, Brian Strand
| The Hidden Nature Trail |
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Miranda Hawley |
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I often go for walks down nature paths,
& today I stroll through a broken gate;
love the twisting way & tangled footpaths,
perhaps it chose me- perhaps it was fate.
The trees tremble, whisper & song bird's chirp,
I find some tombs- crumbling, so cold, so dark;
the birds trill, tweet & whistle with a twirp,
this place serene & reflective like a park.
Pages of my life whirl in confusion,
I hear voices & murmurs call my name;
I am chilled in this utter seclusion,
the names deep engraved & mine are the same.
Rain falls, falling on each gray hidden stone;
& I read my own name on a tombstone.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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