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NaPoWriMo Day 21 Poem ~~~ Mystic Forest

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Mystic Forest

I walk, dream, think
my thoughts float up
thru the canopy of leaves
fog surrounds me,
wrapping me in it’s soft folds
drops of it’s tears shimmer
against my skin, like a lovers kiss

Alone, not lonely, still, quiet
my sanctuary, my bliss
steps muffled, as I walk slowly
a winding trail, like my thoughts
my cares gone, long forgotten
I am at peace in these mystic woods

Time stands still, sun breaks through
feel it’s warmth against the chill
a whisper of a breeze teases the leaves
talking to the trees, life wakes
I hear a rustle in aged undergrowth
something walking beside me, keeping time
as my feet move me forward

Life moves on, it’s what we all do
seeking, questing, living till we die
loving, giving, taking, leaving better behind
I am settled, the solitude of the woods
quiets my heart, my soul, behind I leave
the fears, doubts, misgivings,
they will disappear with the fog
inside my mystic forest, I am reborn

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NaPoWriMo Poem 13 ~~ The Dragon Tree

 

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The Dragon Tree

 
I walked and dreamed until I spied a tree
That was shaped like a dragon, I stared, then smiled
Like a petrified piece of my imagination
I could see it plainly, so sat upon a log to begin my story

Knights in shining armor, upon dashing steeds
Dragons fierce and spitting fire, wings upon glistening bodies
Eyes staring, mysterious and forbidding, orbs watching
Dangerous yet beautiful in its glory

Maidens fainting at the sight, hoping to be rescued by the knights
Swords drawn, ready for a fight, noble men, brave deeds
They fought, and won, but sometimes lost, to beasts that flew
Around their heads, fire and strength, against cunning and steel

So my day was very well spent, as I weaved tales around The
Dragon Tree in the forest, where I walked one day
And sat upon the knee of a tree while my imagination flowed
Like the stream, wild and free

 

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Daily Prompt: The Natural World

Daily Prompt: The Natural World

by michelle w. on June 30, 2013

Describe your first memorable experience exploring and spending time in nature. Were you in awe? Or were you not impressed? Would you rather spend time in the forest or the city?

 

I love being in the country. I love lakes, oceans, parks, flowers, trees. Ah, trees. My first love is the forest. Beautiful, peaceful, serene, comforting, the forest is all this and more to me. And if I can get a small quiet lake in the forest. Perfection in nature!

Like This:

Courtesty of Parkcamper.com
Courtesy of Parkcamper.com

 

Or this!

http://blogs.usda.gov/
http://blogs.usda.gov/

 

As a kid, me and my brother and sister used to spend our summers ‘up north’. That was in upper Wisconsin. I loved it! It was a time that I didn’t have to worry about anything, wasn’t stressed, wasn’t complained about. It was as near  to perfect as I have ever experienced than or now. I wish a million times I could go back to those summers of peace.

My parents owned a place on the water. We had a small boat and a pier and could go fishing anytime we wanted. I used to like to row out and just watch nature in it’s own habitat. In times of chaos and stress I still like to sit on a pier and let Mother Nature soothe my soul.

Below is a picture of the Flowage we would spend summer on vacations.

http://statetrunktour.com/
http://statetrunktour.com/

 

I remember hearing the loons at dawn when the early morning fog was still lingering on top of the water. Most people think the loon call is lonesome or scary. I thought it was beautiful and would listen and dream wonderful dreams.

http://dnr.wi.gov/
http://dnr.wi.gov/

 

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This video is not from Wisconsin loons but they sound the same. This will give you an idea of what I heard on those early mornings or nights when I would sit on the pier and listen to the loons. Isn’t it awe inspiring?