So my kids have been going outside too, sitting in the little "woods," writing poetry and gazing up into the pine.
I like this poem from Sara. There was snow on the ground when she wrote it...
It's not very cold outside
and it's beautiful
and it's peaceful
and the birds are singing
and then the dogs bark
and the distant sound of cars
and the rustling of birds in the trees
and I am in the forest
and it's real.
It's real. I wonder what's real to me, and to you... and how our perspective influences this reality...
Poem by Sara. Pine photo by L.L. Barkat.
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