Woodlot Poems - Poems about Woodlot

...My soul started yearning And my feet grew all restless To see the old hometown And the place I was born. Out back of my old house Sweet nature was waiting, The woods of my youth Were call......

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...Standing in a woodlot A boneyard of fallen timbers Lifeless they are Warming sun on earth Thick with bush Bulging buds spring forth Where violets grow A stream - flowing low Scarcity of w......

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...As autumn wanes and winter falls, I always wait for owls' calls They must not live near me, close by, so seldom do I hear their cry, but every winter, once or twice, they come to my woodlot for ......

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...THROUGH THE ARBOR Ahh! A group of trees Inculding woodland, woodlot thicket stand so amazing through the arbor through the arbor through the arbor through the arbor we will be walking tog......

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... A statesman oak, in fall he spoke to brethren of the wood. Windblown vowels and fluttering jowls deciduous he stood. Calm and serene he argued green for change, said change is good. T......

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