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Offspring of the Wood

We locked eyes you and I; your onyx rounds held me in their grip until my mind was read. Brother of the woods I wish no harm; your sensuous visage, displaying its power, cannot match the engine’s bulk... Go back brother deer go back and beautify the greenwood; you do not need my world; the collector’s are unkind.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/22/2020 11:46:00 AM

The collectors "are unkind" - I hope brother deer realized and scampered away quickly.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 8/13/2020 10:29:00 AM

Oh what a beautiful poem MLK and what a strong message to send out, you are 100% right, 'the collector's are unkind' Words of wisdom. Blessings and hugs, Jennifer.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 8/13/2020 3:32:00 PM

Thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 8/12/2020 12:25:00 PM

A wonderful poem/write. I love the woods, it is a peaceful place. Enjoy your day...........

M. L. Kiser
Date: 8/13/2020 3:32:00 PM

Me too and stay well.

W.A. Cholt

Date: 7/27/2020 4:07:00 PM

A beautiful nature scene. The shared bond between humans and a fellow creature is an experience many of us can relate to. You capture the essence of it in this fine poem.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 8/13/2020 3:32:00 PM

It's magical, thanks so much.