taylor@sdccsu3.UUCP (08/07/84)
This is one of a series of poems in which I experiment with trying to evoke memories of a specific place. Forests The forest around me is hushed with the expectation of a thousand years. All this time, and still they wait. The trees. The animals. Man. The ground below my feet is soft with the litter of the trees and bushes. An occasional creature rustles the undergrowth to remind me it's there. In the distance, the bellow of some strange and eerie creature. It's always dusk here. As I stand, perfectly still, the forest accepts me. It begins to function again. The trees benevolently grant me the cool shade. The animals scamper. The ferns are silent. The wind blows suddenly, attempting to disturb the stillness, but to no avail. The silence is preserved. Forever.