
Hideaway Places
my footsteps carry me beyond the forest veil full of stories untold hideaway places and meetings after sundown roots curl and coil above ground toppling each other for a chance to tell secrets of mysteries buried deep within carry me forward on these dirt roads when the water rises to the left and right green moss and fallen pine prickly palm leaves wave and dance with the wind arched tree branches are pathways to streams and discarded seashells, left by critters who feast in