The Wistling Trees

by Micah | April 29, 2019
Poetry Contest 2019
I walk through the wood Listening here and there, And then I stood. I heard a bear, I walked to the river I kept to my stroll Then started to shiver It was getting cold The Wind blew Here came a whistle And I knew What a bristle It was the whistling trees I loved the Whistle of the trees It was to be
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