Wild Open Rich Woods
As the Robins dart across
Ignoring the clouds of gray
And cold breeze with the dry air
Bob their heads eating a bug
Something to me not there
The Redbuds that in the wild
Do grow begin to show their
True colors along the roads
Nestled beside are trees that
Are beginning to awake
Soon different shades of green
Will canvas the wild spring woods
Each tree shows its beautiful
Or knarled structure that's not
Now hidden by leaf, flower
Some being stately, others
Seem to be very dower
Some look as though being crowned
Or shaped by ice storm, children
Climbing on the young weak limbs
Each one having a beauty
All their own adorning the
Woods giving rich character
To the wild open rich woods
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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