In A Silent Forest

in a silent forest far away
an autumn breeze stirs the trees

I see no human mark
as if no man has passed this way

the world is cloaked
in grays and browns

the sun is going down
and now someone has lit the fire

I smell the smoke
it calls me back to camp

but I will look just one last time
into the shadowed night

then turn to greet the darkness
to find the camp house light

by Barry Middleton

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Beautifully presented the sense one sensitive soul has in a silent forest.