A Winter’s Walk
I walked with him
One winter day
Beside a beaver pond
The trees were bare
The water still
Our feet the only sound
Then through the wood
Where brambles grabbed
And vines messed up my hair
But as we neared
The field ahead
Old dreams resurfaced dear
To build on land
With pond nearby
And wildlife everywhere
No matter this
Land’s not for sale
We’ll dream another year
© 2011 by Janice D. Green
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