deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Forest Floor
Authors note: In the main I am housebound and have been now for two years. My Occupational therapist organised a weekly trip to a local forest. The feeling of euphoria and the degree of de-stressing was wonderful. So Much so it inspired me to write some poetry. I very rarely write this genre of poetry so I hope it works :-) David
The Forest Floor
A carpet of mud and decomposing leaves
Fallen trees, broken branches and twigs
Lie there like scattered dinosaur bones
Bright green ferns show of their leaves
Logs not rolling gather a furry green moss
Tree roots fan out like witches fingers
Ready to trip and fell unwary ramblers
Trees with souls stick out their branches
Ready to hug any passing tree hugger
Sunlight streams through the leafy canopy
Like laser beams warming up the mulch
Beetles on a mission scurry, always in a hurry
Ants wearing pants march like the military
Worms snake and slither, pulsing in pink
Geese fly overhead ignoring the forest floor
There is nothing here for them to honk about
Robin redbreasts twitter and zip frantically
From tree to tree from bush to forest floor
A tawny owl sits on the shed roof, like royalty
He twit-twoos out the wisdom of woodcraft
Constantly watching the forest floor for movement
At night the forest creatures come to life
Bats squeal, foxes scream, stags snort
The night forest floor is blacker than black
Animal noises and the breaking of twigs
Make the forest a dark and creepy place
So very different from the brightness of daylight
I am not a wuss I just prefer the forest by day
The Forest Floor
A carpet of mud and decomposing leaves
Fallen trees, broken branches and twigs
Lie there like scattered dinosaur bones
Bright green ferns show of their leaves
Logs not rolling gather a furry green moss
Tree roots fan out like witches fingers
Ready to trip and fell unwary ramblers
Trees with souls stick out their branches
Ready to hug any passing tree hugger
Sunlight streams through the leafy canopy
Like laser beams warming up the mulch
Beetles on a mission scurry, always in a hurry
Ants wearing pants march like the military
Worms snake and slither, pulsing in pink
Geese fly overhead ignoring the forest floor
There is nothing here for them to honk about
Robin redbreasts twitter and zip frantically
From tree to tree from bush to forest floor
A tawny owl sits on the shed roof, like royalty
He twit-twoos out the wisdom of woodcraft
Constantly watching the forest floor for movement
At night the forest creatures come to life
Bats squeal, foxes scream, stags snort
The night forest floor is blacker than black
Animal noises and the breaking of twigs
Make the forest a dark and creepy place
So very different from the brightness of daylight
I am not a wuss I just prefer the forest by day
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 0
comments 13
reads 516
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.