Wandering Forest Elf Poem by james watkin

Wandering Forest Elf



I'll take his walks
But not his ways.
Rugged, for each, rung through
Old woodsman's days.

I'll track what cries
For peace, hawk-climbed
By that soothing, stream-breathed
Mountainy thymed.

While bypassing
Unnerved by, mourned
Legends echo, in both felled
Branched grandeur; horned.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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