Subscribe to Our Feeds Follow @gorpub on Mastodon! Follow @gorettipub on Twitter! Follow Goretti Publications on Facebook
Support us on Ko-Fi! Support us on Patreon!

Goretti Publications

Icon for sharing via Twitter Icon for sharing via Facebook Icon for sharing via LinkedIn Icon for sharing via Reddit Icon for sharing via email

I Hide Deep in the Woods

Donald P. Goodman III

Version 1.0,
I hide within the woods; the treetops shelter me, a sunlit ceiling dappled with the dew of dawn, and rustling rills like ripples in a greening sea, like waves of whisp'ring winds are ever newly drawn; I hide within the woods, where all that holds the sky like sentinels of stone are standing wooden wards, the posts which friends enclose and enemies defy, a wall of warmth which homes from wilderness affords. I hide within the woods; and covering the ground remains of life long dead, e'er lying down to loam, a woodland blanket first known not by sight, but sound, a crisping, crunching carpet for my hidden home. I hide deep in the woods, where creeping things abound, and beasts afoot, awing, ahoof all wander free and roam at will my home, my seat and bed surround, in birth, in life, in death our ways in harmony.
I hide within the woods, my shelter from the strife: my chamber, home, and fortress, liberty and life.