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The Fire Burns
Poems
May 2019
The Forests of East Texas
Nacogdoches pine trees,
shake their green heads, saying no,
at least that's how it feels,
as the wind continues to blow.
Brown needles, thrown my way,
as I trudge the forest floor,
big thicket hallway,
but there simply is no door.
Gurgling streams run over,
burnt iron ore orange mud,
filling up the creeks,
natures veins and life's blood.
The deer looks up at me,
flashes its tail and runs away,
the squirrel barks angrily,
on its perch's metronomic sway.
The mocking bird taunts,
mimicking the bob white's call,
the raccoon marches on,
oblivious to us all.
Written by
The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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