The Ways of the Forest

~ The Ways of the Forest ~ Beckons the forest Come follow me My winding trail will sure delight thee Through bush and brambles thickets and clearings The sun unnoticed Earth's horizon nearing Of a sudden, a chill raced down the girl's spine At the howl of the wolf and the fox's whine She lay herself down close by a river Darkness her blanket affrighted, she shivered ***** They say that the ways of the forest are cruel To that hoary old adage this tale may add fuel August 14, 2020 Strand Completely New (22) Poetry Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand