Forested

In my neck of the woodsWe hide our fears In the trees aboveThat spout our stories for usIn the forested road. With antlers and paws With general retributionIn our own causes. We remember the waterBut are led to no whereBecause we wonder yet trembleIn a wood ridden landscape.  

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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