sasquatch serenade

 
dawn breaks camp in ouchita national forest

dark road winds, winds, winds

thru tall pines, pines, pines

 
fog stretches fingers between wooded hills

low mist finds, finds, finds

story lines, lines, lines

 
legends of sightings persist near beaver bend

where our minds, minds, minds

notice signs, signs, signs

 

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Nan Mykel
    Feb 06, 2017 @ 21:39:18

    Ho Ho! Fun, fun, fun!

    Reply

  2. rosemawrites
    Feb 06, 2017 @ 20:50:42

    love the beat of this poem! 🙂

    Reply

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