Out in the woods by Raymond A. Foss
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of lady slippers Clustered like a twin-bed Lit with filtered spring light
Planted for me to find By myself, with my thoughts Discoverer, tromping through the mud of the season near the lost stone wall, rusted wagon wheel and bale of barbed wire
By the lean-to I built To get away Where I stayed overnight Exploring the hill, the bank below the rocks
I could find it still, I believe I’m sure; I’ve shown others Because magic can be held and finding it means you can again out in the woods
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