Deep Woods ( By Francois S W Simpson )

Deep woods

What joy brings forth thy chiming bells
in springs hallowed waves
when there deep within the woods
Lies a deer shallowed grave
Mine to keep, mine to take, are words of such dismay
That life’s endless misery flies ruthlessly astray

What sorrows bring forth thy toiling bells
In winter’s glazing waves
When there deep within the snow
Lies a bear forsaken grave
Ours to have, ours to take, are such words without mistake
That life’s endless misery falls gently down the lake

What beauty brings forth thy stable bells
In summers steaming waves
When there deep within the woods
Lies a beast’s bloody grave
There’s to keep, there’s to take, are words without remorse
That life’s endless misery embraces a hidden course

Deed Woods

Deed Woods

                      Poem and Oil painting on Canvas Written and Painted By Francois S W Simpson

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