A wooded trail in New England is different than any other-
For it speaks to you while you walk
The gray squirrels announce your arrival
while playing tag in the under brush-
The chipmunks chirp their warning
and now every woodland creature is aware-
The blue jay shrieks its boastful bellowing call of territorial command-
The wind rustles the drying leaves –
Readying themselves to drop to the ground-
They sound like evening whispers while sitting on a porch
A bend in the trail beckons you – though it is getting to be dusk-
Now the sounds of the path are darkening-
and have taken a tone of daring
Moonlight is seeping through the canopy of New England-
While you walk you hope the light of the moon will brighten the trail-
Just a bit more-
For you hear the same gray squirrels and rustling leaves-
But the squirrels are much larger now, and the whispers are no longer friendly front porch speak-
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
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Great poem! I’ve done some hiking in NH, and was wondering, what’s the best place to hike in the region?
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Thanks Andrew. If you ever visit the NH area to hike I recommend Mount Monadnock. Though it’s one of the most traversed trails systems in the country, it’s still worth it once you get to the top.
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Beautiful! It makes me feel as though I am actually in the woods listening to the squirrels and rustling leaves.
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Thank you, Megan, I appreciate you saying so.
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ps, you might also like this- https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/bodies-in-the-basement-a-short-story/
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