There are no stories in the woods

This poem is in response to the Secret Keeper’s prompt. The words to use are

WOODS | LEGEND | WILD | HARD | SERVE

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There are no stories in the woods,

Only truths, hard-fast, clinging.

The wild wind blows through the last dry leaves,

On its rough back, black times bringing.

 

There are no stories in the woods,

No fairy tales to serve with the sweet,

The bitter tales go deep as roots,

Down where tree and core rock meet.

 

There are no stories in the woods,

Told by the birds their sweet songs trilling,

Famine stalks and want and death,

Hopes of spring cold bellies filling.

 

There are no stories in the woods,

Their truths are harsh and full of fears,

The trees, the grass, the earth all dying,

Deaf and blind, we ignore their tears.

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