[WayzataJOHNN]

You ever get in one of those silly moods? I seem stuck in one today, I like it!


The Wild Wood

The wild willow whispers in the wind
and tells the oak of how it sinned
The russet sumac grins and listens in
to gossip with the rude shrubs again

The woods have no secrets here
so behavior is well known I fear
And most know who's rubbing bark
and who is likely to mood up dark

Budding up and Budding off goes on
from any dusky night to rosy dawn
And by day they all act pure as snow
but by night all secrets are to know

Oh stay out of the oh so naughty woods
if morals you would save if you could
Keep an ear to the wind and stories there
and keep a eye on your own life and cares

[pollywog]

Good Morning WayzataJohnn.... I had to smile at the poem. Lately I have been amuzed by a little book from 1909 that was my dad's book. Some of the poems sound very much like this one....I will have to dig around and find one.

The name of the book is " The Bright Side"..by Charles Skinner...LITTLE EXCURSIONS INTO THE FIELD OF OPTIMISM !

It is amazing but I have also found a wealth of wisdom in daddy's little book! Have a great day!

[JustAmy]

Good evening, WayzataJOHNN. Thank you for sharing "The Wild Wood" with us.

Wishing you a beautiful week.