you might say
us woods critters
live in the boondocks
you might say
we are not
on the beaten path
a gravel road
leads you
to our cabin
in the woods
where whispers
are heard
where sunlight through
the trees
finds its own shadows
simple things
few things
solitude
peace
joy
shade
old world things
the new hurried world
passes us by
best of all
us woods critters
know why
Saturday, December 17, 2011
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