A Walk in the Wilderness of the Pacific Northwest


Through the eyes of my memory

Through the eyes of my memory

I walk in a deep dark forest.

Majestic trees tower over my head…

Intense green paintbrushes tickle the sky.

I see mosses so rich and lush

They melt into the blue and become teal

Lichens grow in a swirl

And march slowly up the intricate bark.

My eyes long to absorb the colors

To make them mine forever.

No longer can I walk through the deep dark forest.

Yet I can see in the distance what is so vivid

In the eyes of my memory.

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Bonnie Pierce

Vancouver, WA USA


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