Di you like my green poem?

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Heavy perfume of the cedar grove courses through


Wisteria


Dog wood


Red Bud


Displayed under canopy’s shade


Spruce


Swamp Maple


Magnolia


Share the soft, sandy ground


Standing proud


Hurricane whipped, broken and bent


And the forest floor swallows the clutter


As new growth climbs skyward





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Di you like my green poem?
You transported me back to the Blue Ridge Mountains,


what's not to like!
Reply:That's what a hurricane does, alright....makes room for new growth and smells.....you were down there in the peak time of Spring for all those flowering bursts from everything!!!
Reply:It's a metaphor for life.
Reply:Sounds like you are standing in the shade in back of Jefferson Davis' home on highway 90 in Gulfport.
Reply:Amazing!
Reply:Swallows the clutter, another term perhaps for urbanization?


Your words were well placed and brought the senses the smells of a verdant forest in spring.
Reply:it makes you think about the world. it's mesmerizing
Reply:Yes lovely. The trees are unfamiliar to me being from a different land.





Reminds me of herbal tea and aromatherapy.





The beauty of nature in pure elemental form."And the forest floor swallows the clutter". The swallows are bird life as well as the swallowing of the clutter of natural forest logs and small plants, bracken etc..