Sep 19
poem 0 comments challenge: Clearing
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Our Journey

Bags heavy on our backs

Sweat dripping down 

Fluttering leaves in the canopy

Shady shadows dance and shuffle

Roots reaching across the path

Saplings reach towards the sun

The soft trickle of a stream

The rustle of leaves 

Acorns littering the ground 

The bright colors of flowers 

The think smell of pine 
But when we get to the clearing

Our journey is done 



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