Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Poem: Out of the Woods

Out of the Woods

Out of nowhere the horse
bolts from the narrow path
at wood's edge,
galloping freely int the field,
a place full of openness
and possibilities
like your own life
after you emerged from the deep woods
to a new place,
unexpected and bright
with fresh sunshine,
that had always been there,
but suddenly
was yours.


The picture was taken in Sandgate, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.



Dave King said...

I like the brevity and succinctness of this poem. I thought the long line,
"after you emerged from the deep woods"
coming immediately after the emergence from the woods was inspirational.
An excellent piece.

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Always good to find the light after the impenetrable darkness of the forest.

willow said...

Wow, the impact of this galloping poem, along with the photo is brilliant, Tom.

And in regards to your comment on my blog, I thought you brought up an excellent point. My sixth great grandfather was a close and enduring friend of Thomas Jefferson, even though separated by distance. My ggggggg grandfather lived in South Carolina, so much of the friendship was carried on through correspondence.

I often think of myself much like Helene Hanff in "84 Charing Cross Road". ;^)

ann said...

oh to truly be a free spirit

your words sound so filled with hope and joy