The woods

The woods

A Poem by Anne Hill

Strolling through a wooded place
my face rose pink from chilling winds.
I can not see there scarcely breathe
the cold wind as it passed by me.
And as a deer stepped light on leaves
her nose sniffed softly for a meal.
But as I stepped she vanished there
leaving me alone again.
To paint a picture in my mind
and this is how the world should be
so beautiful and serene.
Though I can do but oh so much,
at least I have the woods my own
to hold forever in my heart.

© 2008 Anne Hill


Author's Note

Anne Hill
This is my most favorite poem I ever wrote.

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Wonderful work, great control of sound and meter.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ah! this is really a great read..
Beautiful sense of visualization and I liked the style and the flow of the piece a lot too...

And...considering the emotions behind it...Well it is your most favorite poem and thus very well deserved..

"at least I have the woods my own
to hold forever in my heart."--Awesome end!

A great read overall :)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Anne Hill
Anne Hill

Nantucket, MA



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I was raised in Pennsylvania, then I moved to the Outer Banks, then I spent two years in Vegas area going to school, then I moved to California for a couple months, then I moved back to Pa, but now I'.. more..

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