Ferns
By D Marie
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How many
are hidden in those ferns,
their eyes on me as I pass?
How close could I get
before one, or more
reveal themselves?
But that's not how it should be..
I'd rather, after a time
of being a peaceful visitor
they could look me, fearlessly, in the eye.
To prove myself worthy,
I would not break a single frond
of their trust.
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Beautiful, captures the quiet
Beautiful, captures the quiet restlessness of the forest. I really like the final.
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Beautiful poem; I am in awe
Beautiful poem; I am in awe of these ferns- ancient seedless plants, millions of years in existence -one of the oldest neighbors in the forest. What tales they could tell if they could. I especially loved your last line's offer of respect.
To prove myself worthy,
I would not break a single frond
of their trust.
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