BENDING WOODS

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  • Sadness
    • Oyi
    • is striving to be the best GOD has ordained him to be.

    Poem Commentary

    Written in 2005

    BENDING WOODS

    Thick tall woods and bending trees
    Gently blow to sweep across the breeze
    The whistling pine softly blows my name
    The Iroko stands in support of the same

    For calm sweet rest and peace of mind
    I've come to the woods my soul to find
    To the far patches of white-blue sky
    Blow my grieves and let them fly

    Exchange them for peace for me
    At last my soul has come to be
    With words my ears all longed to hear
    The still small voice so loud and clear

    Blow as you never did before
    Blow and bring my life to the fore

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    mlea commented on BENDING WOODS

    06-26-2009

    I was drawn immediately to the references of nature. I agree, the soul finds an immeasurable feeling of peace in the woods, listening to the voices on the wind. Avery good read, thank you, mlea
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    Oyi

    07/01/2009

    Thanks a lot mlea. U have really added flesh to my perception

    Darkxaster commented on BENDING WOODS

    06-25-2009

    i like this alot strong and nice thank you for the good read
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    Oyi

    06/25/2009

    Thank you for thanking me.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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