- December 28, 2006 -

fresh skidder track
a no-man's land strewn with
wooden corpses

front-end loader
a pair of workman's gloves
lay on the seat

a small rise
and i find my quarry
virgin forest

like a deer
i vanish into
silent woods

east-northeast
or so my compass
assures me

how marvelous -
terra incognita
so close to home!

stoic boulders
am i the first ever
to behold them?

a thick stand
of hemlock saplings
to push through

over there
a steep hill to climb
new heading

simple wonders
these homely wooded knobs
nourish my soul

all too soon
the old railroad grade
takes me home

one glance back
and a thought - next time,
south-southeast

(Sasha)
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a cool exploration. can smell the trees and fresh air :)
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Makes me think of the old farm where I grew up.
..BR
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Sasha: You do know how to write--very nice. GrandmaBea-May you know love!