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Eli Petrey Poem
The autumn leaves, like a fiery blaze
Blows across the forest in the fall breeze
Leaves on the ground, the woods is like a maze.
Birds glide from tree to tree with ease,
Gathering sticks and leaves to build their nest
The rattle of the leaves and song of the birds,
Makes this forest the perfect place to rest.
The beauty of this place can hardly be put into words
As I wander through these woods, I can hear it call me.
There is something special about the creatures here,
All of them live side by side in harmony.
There are no predators or hunters for the animals to fear.
And as the curtain of night fell upon the woodlands
I went back home to the warm embrace of loving hands
Copyright © Eli Petrey | Year Posted 2020
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Details |
Eli Petrey Poem
The autumn leaves, like a fiery blaze
Blows across the forest in the fall breeze
Leaves on the ground, the woods is like a maze.
Birds glide from tree to tree with ease,
Gathering sticks and leaves to build their nest
The rattle of the leaves and song of the birds,
Makes this forest the perfect place to rest.
The beauty of this place can hardly be put into words
As I wander through these woods, I can hear it call me.
There is something special about the creatures here,
All of them live side by side in harmony.
There are no predators or hunters for the animals to fear.
And as the curtain of night fell upon the woodlands
I went back home to the warm embrace of loving hands
Copyright © Eli Petrey | Year Posted 2020
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