This Ancient Forest

What forest stands with trees so old for no man dared to hew them down whose storied lives could be foretold from prairie lands to distant town ~ Tho ancient man fought wars they waged and blood that seeped into the ground yet even when their voices raged these trees stood silently around ~ Thus darkly shadowed there within we see the wild ones dwelling now who none would thus commit a sin or even know the reason how ~ Now ghostly sentinels they stand and reach up to the golden suns whose roots cling roughly to the land whereby a quiet stream that runs ~ Such secrets kept will not be told for in this forests ancient land where many died tho they grew bold yet still their souls live deep in sand ©Neva Loretta Brown