DEEP IN THE FOREST
Deep in the forest,
Musty and dark,
Gray and green lichen
Grow on the bark.
Moss coats the tree trunks
On the north side.
Brown mushrooms rise up,
Puffy and wide.
Slender pine needles
Carpet the ground.
Deep in the forest
There’s not a sound.
© 2016 Rosi Hollinbeck. All rights reserved.
Ann Rider has challenged us to write poems about places of refuge and solace this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our November 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, November 25th, and one lucky participant will win a copy of BEFORE MORNING by Joyce Sidman, illustrated by Beth Krommes, courtesy of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Books for Young Readers.
Beautiful! Yes, that's my most beloved shelter.
ReplyDeleteWonderful rhyme and one of places I love to go walking
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem!!
Lovely! You've made me miss my old cabin in the forest, a wonderful place. Love the rhythm of this, Rosi!
ReplyDeleteLOVE this! I was just telling a friend I prefer the quiet walk through woods as opposed to walks with crunchy leaves.
ReplyDeleteEven without being there, this poem is a comfort to read, Rosi. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteMagical imagery Rosi, I can picture it all, thanks for this beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I am such a forest girl!
ReplyDeleteThanks for all the kind comments!
ReplyDeleteIt establishes such a quiet, peaceful atmosphere. Nicely done, Rosi.
ReplyDeleteHi Rosi, Appreciations for the sights & the sounds of silence.
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