The National Forest called the Big Thicket in East and Southeast Texas-I found this dreamy atmosphere there.
The tall trees in the forest now are hushed
And listen to a song, long past, that rushed
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Hello, How lovely, I had not read it before. I love writing poems about the forest. You tell a lovely story in this poem. I enjoy the warmth of your writings... Dorothy.
The lines run in continuous chain about forest without a break, but sound like a musical extravaganza
Hauntingly lovely. For as long as the world lasts, the forest will sing its song. Very well written. Always your friend, Sandra
Kate, Sorry, I just remembered to vote my 10. Dorothy