Unspoilt, unique, a soulful place
Ancient oaks all around
Scattered acorns sprouting shoots
New life emerging from the ground

I touch the parchment bark of birch
It’s leaves shimmering in the breeze
My spirit soars in the forest glade
Resurrected there among the trees

It takes me back to another time
The harmony of it all
I stand transfixed in the forest deep
When I hear a cuckoo call

Periwinkles blue as the sky above
Look up from the forest floor
Entwined with white wood anemones
In my mind’s eye forevermore

 

Margaret O’Driscoll lives in Ireland and is a very busy mother of seven and grandmother of eleven. She published her first collection of poetry in 2016, ‘The Best Things In Life Are Free’

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    • Margaret O'Driscoll

      Thank you Michael, yes I love nature, being in a forest is a feast for the senses! 🙂

      Reply
  1. Dona Fox

    It appears that you’re in Ireland and you ‘took me back to another time’–a childhood in the Willamette Valley in Oregon. I felt ‘the parchment bark of birch,’ I saw the blue, and so much more. How could all those memories be conveyed in so few words if not for meter and rhyme, and your talent? You gave me a shiver, Margaret O’Driscoll. I’ll be reading this one many times. Thank you.

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    • Margaret O'Driscoll

      Thank you dear Dona, I am overjoyed to have taken you back to your childhood in the Willamette Valley, it’s wonderful that you enjoy the experience!! Your comment is so lovely…so glad you like this 🙂

      Reply
    • Margaret O'Driscoll

      Thanks so much Neal, great to know there are still spots left untouched, I can just picture it 🙂

      Reply

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