Into a Wooded Bog
I walked through the sunshine
into a wooded bog
where lily pads are home to frogs
where the night sky shines
on the lake below
where the winter breeze blows
over a fresh new snow
I walked down the path
where no one could find me
beyond the hidden branches
sits a log where I'm hiding
peacefully I've chosen this spot
because this log has been mine for years
all the time I walk through the forrest
I always end up here
this log is nothing special
but special it is to me
for it looks over the lake
in which I knew since three
its been there when I was sad,
and made me happy again
and when I'm on this log
there's nothing better than that
a peaceful place in the forrest
away from bustles of the day
is the best spot for someone like me
to wash her worries away.
Copyright © Amy Kramer | Year Posted 2012
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