with honeysuckle stems
for fiddle strings
and dried pine needles
spread thick for dancin’,
deer and squirrels
and anything with wings
can meet in the middle
of the shady woods
and stop and listen
to the whistlin’ breeze
as it races
through the branches.
Carol Ann Hoel
Beautiful poem depicting the frolicking of the creatures abiding in a shady woods. I like it! Full of fun and delight. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you…
jacsprat
I started thinking this one up after I went on a walk and heard all kind of scurrying in the woods. It sounded like the birds and squirrels and bunnies were all having a party in there! 🙂