the_woods monadh the woods i played in the frogs i used to watch the tadpoles swim in the pond i picked skunk cabbage bouquets i thought they were pretty flowers the caravan the cotton trees they are gone they built houses there homes in my memory a foundation or two or three but now the whole hillside the black wasps bluejay tree gypsy woods the road i once ran with my eyes closed through the woods i once ran with my eyes closed across a log we called it the falls "Don't look. Don't look down." first toadstool there by the baby ferns my first dogwood i was warned the flower not to pick i learned how to hide from a mountain lion in the woods they are gone "You wouldn't recognize it now." my frogs? the caravan? the woods! 040106 what's it to you? who go blather from