The Woods

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Quiet times spent in the woods
where everything is green and grand
the woods are full of things so good
I walk in wonder of this land.

The creatures here are wild and free
the birds they sing sweet songs so fair
the woods are where I long to be
as I find peace and beauty there.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

I Watch

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I Watch

I watch the birds
sometimes on a fence
with wings outstretched
flying in place
feeling the breeze
feathers ruffling
loving the wind.

I watch the birds
so high above me
gliding effortlessly
surveying the world
a pinpoint floating
on an azure backdrop
loving the wind.

I watch the birds
sometimes they watch back
what must they see
earthbound and wingless
self-caged creatures
only able to watch
thirsting for the wind.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United and dVerse~Poets Pub.

Just My Bike And Me

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Just My Bike And Me

Wetlands passing by
the waterbirds feed
it’s a very good day
on San Francisco Bay.

To be out of the city
yet see it ‘cross the bay
even foggy days
it’s there on display.

Wind in my hair
just a gentle breeze
sun hot on my back
as I follow the bike track.

The sharp salt smell
clicking of the gears
the songbirds sing
colors on the wing.

Drifting down the trail
I feel like I’m flying
at peace so quietly
just my bike and me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Shared with Poets United.

Who?

 

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Who?

Under the ship-of-night (moon)
a lone head-twister (owl)
was watching a figure
sitting near a bane-of-wood. (fire)
The rune-caller (wizard)
sat deep in thought
he had lost his mind’s-worth (honor)
the proclamation was swift
banishing him to his death
in this weather-of-wolves. (harsh winter)
He had no options left
reaching into his bag
he brought forth the dragon’s-bile (poison)
put it to his lips and drained it.
A draught-of-giants (sudden realization)
came upon him
one more spell was cast
his uncut-thread (destiny to be fulfilled)
was not finished here.
Under the ship-of-night (moon)
the lone head-twister (owl)
flew off into the night
seeing with someone else’s eyes.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.