Woodland

Woodland

The sound of distant pheasant call,

My hand against the husk of bark,

The rain of pine and needle fall,

The bee in search of near and far,

The scent of deer,

The taste of sun,

The chirp and song of nightingale,

I think of all when day is done,

As wondered woodland walk, become.



  • Originator :

    Mike de Sousa

  • Art Form :

    Poetry

  • Completed :

    2019

  • Status :

    Free to enjoy at Public Art World and 100 Artworks. May not be used for commercial gain. Copyright maintained.




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