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The
Forest
~Author~Arlene Boychuk
aka/Skunklady1/SkunkM/Snikersnik
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I stand here in this great dark forest,
amongst the towering trees,
Enthralled with the beauty therein,
feeling the gentle cool fall breeze.
A babbling brook rushes over the rocks
that are strewn in its path,
A red-breasted robin, a mountain blue bird
splashing for their morning bath.
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While further up the stream
there is a family called the Otter,
Who are playfully scampering
in and out of the chilling water.
Gnawing at the chosen tree for
their den is the ever busy beaver,
As a fall cascades down into a clear
blue pool created by their endeavor.
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The Hawk's cry, the Chickadee's chirping,
the sweet song of the Canary's call.
The many limbs of the trees, reaching
out for heaven, the pine stately and tall.
The aspen's leaves spinning and shimmering
in fall colors, seems to be alive,
The mighty oak with its acorns showing
is sporting a busy buzzing bee hive.
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The huckleberries purple and ripe,
ready for picking by man or beast
The chokecherries, the gooseberries,
all part of the forest's feast.
The fallen logs giving home to hordes
of ants, termites and grubs.
All these things are taken advantage
of by the mother bear and her cubs.
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A sly fox wants to eat and looks
for the chipmunk or squirrel,
Who are constantly gathering nuts
before the winters snowy swirl.
The little mouse and rabbit always
on alert for danger in the air,
A fierce badger chasing them,
hoping to get his fair share.
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A shrilling sound pierces the forest
and all the animals fall into a hush,
When all of a sudden a herd of deer
come crashing through the brush.
Behind them a huge mountain lion moves,
pouncing swift and fast,
Bringing down an injured deer,
killing it quickly for her to eat at last.
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The Bald Eagles with their mighty wings
spread, diving to the water below,
Catching the savory fish to store
up fat for the winters snow.
At night the skunks come out for
their turn as does the family of raccoon,
As the wise owl sits in the tree with
wide round eyes to hoot his tune.
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The wile coyote and fierce
wolf are forever on the prowl,
Searching, so they can fill their
stomachs and stop the hungry growl.
The last leaf falls from the trees
and all is quiet and serene out there,
When all of a sudden a different
sound and smell fills the air.
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The fire has all the animals on
the run to save themselves from harm,
For death lies within it's ugly smokey
reach as the birds sound the alarm.
Men everywhere, risking their lives
to put out the licking furious flames,
And now the earth lies in abandon
with it's smoldering blackened remains.
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To cover up the fiery scars
is a blanket of pure white snow,
Melting in the spring to feed
the young seedlings that will grow,
Into a graceful canopy to house
the birds and animals that will roam,
Again making it a peaceful retreat for
all creatures on earth to call home.
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I love the forest, with the wind
whispering through the trees,
I love being in Mother Nature's home,
a place that will put you at ease,
And bring you in touch with yourself
so you will know who you are,
As you look above the treed ceiling
and see each sparkling star.
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