Golden Wood Poem by Rat de kwl

Golden Wood



silver bark worth more than treasure
leaves turn gold in autumn's weather

floor of leaves fallen and dead
roof of green when spring is ahead

rivers and streams, water that gleams
in the wood were no fear is seen

dams and falls, of peace and glee
all water flow down to the sea.

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ngaio beck 23 August 2008

A lilting idyllic journey, in a time of'crash and burn'

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