Into the Woods
Into the woods he would go one day
His life had been one of blazing sun
Born in the desert in Summer's heat
The trees in his life numbered just one
He sat in shade of the lone oak tree
And smiled that somewhere there were others
He had heard of forests and critters
That God considered man's own brothers
Most men his age dreamed of fast women
But his dreams were of tallest green trees
Sunlight filtered like kaleidoscopes
Carried by an aromatic breeze
He knew that when his life was over
And they totaled his bads and his goods
He would ask that his only reward
Be to slowly walk into the woods
1-9-19
Contest"Into The Woods
Sponsor: Silent One
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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