WMNF
Poetry and song
Pour from you, slow
Like standing timber
That forests grow
In deep-wood groves
The seasons’ past
Are on your lips
In breezy notes
Which guide our steps,
Each foot we lift
Beneath the thaw
Of winter snows
In ageless rhythms
And timeless floes
Your story goes
It flows about us
As a song
The rivers sing
Of mountains strong
And valleys long
It moves within us
As a muse
Whose poetry
We ever choose
To delve into
We come to you
As verses do
That write the lyrics
To the songs
They fold into
*WMNF = White Mountain National Forest, NH
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2024
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