Memory Wood

Of the sharp pine upon the breeze
Branches swaying, dappling dew-grass in shadows,

Of the dull drone of dancing dragonflies
Turquoise, red and green waltzing through the skies,

Of child’s laughter in the glades of dens and gnarled roots
Glimpses of gleaming teeth and mother’s arms,

Of the soft touch of daisies upon a sea of green
Broken by timberline and beaten paths end unseen,

Of undulating forests, emerald and moss
Rises far and above like a world within my own,

Of dogs sprinting between the trees rising to bird calls 
Disappear from owners eyes but a moment to see it all.