My Home In the Glenn
My Home in The Glenn
Passing the glen walking a curving path
Following the red bird, skipping on strath
Trees bend with the winds beaconing
Their invitations to come into the forest
Tall and thick with shadows moving
With ghost lingering, along the road
An overgrown trail of brush and weeds
Little tiny flowers from meandering seeds
Stones and thickets where the doe sleeps
Their fawn suckles until winters birth
The rabbit and the kids nibbling
Eating forest tarots and sweet leaves
She wanders home despite any threats
Her home rests peacefully in the trees
The lights shine welcoming her home
A time to dance and celebrate
A home tucked privately within the small glen
©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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