Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Secret Woods

Will there always be forests to roam
for little ones far from their home,
a place where the whispering trees
invite them to rest on the loam

or just do whatever they please
away from parental decrees
that choke the inquisitive sort
with ‘Do As I Say’ disease,

that rotten, self-righteous retort
concluded by ‘OK Sport?’
To heck with that stuff man,
they’ll build an impregnable fort

who needs a stupid plan?
They’ll just do the best they can,
content to keep their secrets deep
in every wooded span.

4 comments:

Dimps said...

Brilliant work done...

"Will there always be forests to roam
for little ones far from their home,
a place where the whispering trees
invite them to rest on the loam"

Best lines and very nicely composed...

Jan Freeman said...

Moving words, nicely expressed. A message for all who've forgotten :-)

Jingle Poetry said...

simply perfect..
both in rhythm and in rhyme...

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