Poem: Fantastical Forest – B Gourley

Rounding a mountain forest trail
from lee to the wet side,
I walk amid mossy branches
draped thick enough to hide
an ogre, troll, or a dark elf —
let ‘lone the old oak’s eyes.

So many hidden paths diverge,
and me without a guide.

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