"Latona and the Lycian Peasants" by Jan Brueghel‘In the Forest’ by Margaret O’Driscoll The Society December 22, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 12 Comments 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’ NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 12 Responses Michael Dashiell December 22, 2016 A lovely poem, and love for nature. Reply Margaret O'Driscoll December 23, 2016 Thank you Michael, yes I love nature, being in a forest is a feast for the senses! 🙂 Reply Kathy F. December 22, 2016 Lovely! 🙂 Reply Margaret O'Driscoll December 23, 2016 Thank you Kathy, so glad you enjoyed it! 🙂 Reply Dona Fox December 26, 2016 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. Reply Margaret O'Driscoll December 27, 2016 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 Neal Dachstadter December 31, 2016 “Unspoilt, unique, a soulful place” – this is precisely what it is like on my mother and uncle’s farm…thank you Margaret Reply Margaret O'Driscoll January 1, 2017 Thanks so much Neal, great to know there are still spots left untouched, I can just picture it 🙂 Reply Wendy Bourke January 2, 2017 You paint the scene beautifully with your words. I am there. Reply Margaret O'Driscoll January 4, 2017 Thank you Wendy, so nice to have your company 🙂 Reply Satyananda Sarangi August 13, 2017 Margaret ma’am, greetings. I had read this poem long back. The poem takes the reader on a beautiful, pristine journey through the forests. Glad to be reading it again. Regards and best wishes Reply Margaret O'Driscoll August 17, 2017 Aah thanks so so much…so appreciate your lovely comment my friend 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.