The Dryad

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Dryad.

 

She looks around herself,

bark and roots grounded,

sitting so patiently

by beasts surrounded.

Fingers so long,

far in their reach,

a stroke to the rabbits,

just one for each.

The sparrow, he twitters,

a song he does sing

and so gentle a smile

does his music bring.

The badger he watches,

hidden behind,

he knows he can trust all

of dryadic kind.

Distant, but watching,

a herd of deer pause,

the feel of compassion

through the scene soars.

With yellows and greens,

with earth that is brown,

her skin’s made of bark

and the leaves make her crown.

Ferns gently sway

in the softest of breezes,

a scene so serene that

all tension it eases.


Submitted: May 15, 2019

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Mike S.

Excellent poem, Hull!

Wed, May 15th, 2019 6:22pm

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Thanks, Mike. This one was based on 'compassion'.

Wed, May 15th, 2019 11:56am

jmm424

Nicely done, Hull

Wed, May 15th, 2019 7:49pm

Author
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Thanks for reading, jmm.

Thu, May 16th, 2019 12:43pm

ratwood2

Created an excellent vision of an escape for me. Thanks.

Wed, May 15th, 2019 9:17pm

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Glad you enjoyed it ratwood 2, and thanks for reading.

Thu, May 16th, 2019 12:46pm

Sue Harris

Beautiful, Hully!

Wed, May 15th, 2019 9:51pm

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Thanks, Sue. Glad that you enjoyed it.

Thu, May 16th, 2019 12:48pm

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