My Forest Trek
one afternoon set out into woods
my heart began beating in thuds
all along, saw wild flowers and strange herbs
so pleased, I kept moving on
a jaunt so rewarding
the whistle of a quail fell in my ears, sweet
and the rhythm of the tapping of a wood pecker
also the creaking of dry leaves under my feet-
all familiar sounds to any forest trekker
a soft gurgling sound
from a cataract, I heard~
a lullaby sweet
March.29.2022
A Combination of Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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