Wooding Poems - Poems about Wooding

...Harmonizing the act Piercing the asunder A wood that fires A fan that burns Keeping the fire burning Smokes higher unto the sky Eating it raw Digesting it saw A wood that must not finish ......Read the rest...

...Apples red, apples round. Apples frozen on the ground. Yellow-mellow apples, many speckled, bruised and brown. Henry ate them when he went wooding. Said they tasted like apple puddi......Read the rest...

...We laughed and moved in oneness We played and chatted in happiness Until the life became darkness My Friend refused to chat He said a no! without saying no! He gave me the best answer for a fool......Read the rest...

...Traveling twisting mind streams. Grounded to earth that conforms to flow freely, Gently follows carved curved paths, Nothing can block its destinations track, Tandem in movement suppo......Read the rest...

...Suttle serenade builds over time like a lovers rhythm, Passions rhyme sends seductive sensations swirling, Fulfilling senses surround sensual serene sanctuaries, Touching from a hairs widt......Read the rest...

...~ I reckon for a time... Amid the certain proving breezes of the moment, and underneath this ever pleasant emotion of His love given to both my wife and children and to me, and amid the s......Read the rest...

...~ Simple Wood I am thee one yonder seeking, as so in way. I leave behind me where they lay one so the many these crisping leaves, as so aspiring my feet do move to taste them freshly ......Read the rest...

...Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God of the many a sorted thing, and I reckon to run in fun still, I might......Read the rest...

...Yonder way I go, as out upon the walk one day, I roamed, and beside me ran the jolly many happy hoppers with the temperate hands, as my heart, one found to be moreover open and ever so enchante......Read the rest...