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Forefather's Corner
© September 23, 2007, Roy Stucky

The woods by day are lazy,
Stretching limbs to touch the sun.
The woods at night are primal -
Like a world that's just begun.

A tree surrounded meadow
Weaves a cloak for little ones.
When deer come out at twilight
Fawns don't miss their chance to run.

My forefather's corner,
My feet on the land.
My forefather's corner
Responds to my hand.
My forefather's corner -
Oh, please understand
How I miss the face
Of that beautiful man.

 

(which of course rhymes with Dan)