In the Woods
By Robin Lee Shelby
Neath the weeds,
layers of leaves
Wooden debris and mulch
Lay the path that we
once trod
In the woods
Memories flow like
water
Like it was before
But are no more
In the woods
Your hand in mine
I still feel
Warm and firm
In the woods
I fondly recall
That special day
We were joined
In the woods
Partings come
But I still sense
Your spirit
In the woods
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