Bonnie Jennings Poet Free verse

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

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John Fleming May 27, 2016 at 2:23 AM Lovely little poem, Bonnie. I will be returning shortly for another perusal through your excellent work. My very best regards! :) john Bonnie Jennings May 27, 2016 at 2:58 AM Again, thank you so much and please do come for another visit at my home in the glenn... A pot of tea will be on when you arrive, so help yourself.

Bonnie Jennings May 5, 2016 at 9:50 AM Again Craig, thank you. You, sir, have made my day! Thank you over and over...

Robert Heemstra May 2, 2016 at 12:02 AM Beautiful portrait of a nature scene! Bonnie Jennings May 2, 2016 at 12:05 AM Thank you for the lovely comment and thanks for stopping by to visit.