The forest glade lightens
misty grey morning
ere the sun
burns off the dewy gloom.
Deer browse small shrubs
in the clearing,
sating their hunger
before retiring for the day.
Woodpecker taps away,
only sound in the early stillness.
His rapping echoes the wood,
Buck suddenly starts,
ears twitch back and forth.
Startled by some muffled sound
the herd gracefully bound
into the timber,
The quiet returns.
Birds begin to sing.
Another day begins
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Comments about this poem (Forest Glade by hap rochelle )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
William Butler Yeats
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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