Kathy Anderson

Wodwo....Free Sonnet

Green man of the grith wudes
Would partake of honeyed dreams
Under a blue elms shade
Shadows through his deer glade
Glad to be hunting the hart,
His heart beats inside theirs
Yet his bow is at the ready
Reaching to sight the next knock
The clock stops its tock..
Thankful forever
For Gaia's hands shall stay
To steady Wodwo's true aim
Making sure a little life goes on
Yonder into the twilight.



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