woods mon the hill some day i'll remember the way to the old pond the cotton road i'll run blind and bold a child in a storm i'll invent totem poles from the top i'll sing a tale of butterfly trees for to dream again the woods 040106 ... mon these woods i first learned the names dogwood and toadstool first protested the torturing of slugs dipped in salt i found hiding places for snails i watched where i walked i closed my eyes when i ran through the woods of this hill arbutus and garry oak i first witnessed an angry nest of wasps fighting a swarm of kids in the leafy dark i first watched the ferns unfold i would run and see them every day i would talk with the blue jay birds before this before my friends who ran with me across the falls to the pond on the edge of town before this forests were full of too many nameless wondrous things i had never stayed long enough to watch the ferns unfold or listened to tales about lions before this place where my friends they told me the names of the woods they are gone 040107 ... mon uow the_woods 050403 what's it to you? who go blather from