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8/14/13 Prompt at Poetic Asides: a “listening” poem

Walking To Listen

Walking To Listen

On a path through the woods,
a tree’s protective eaves
provide the needed quiet
to hear my feet touch leaves. 

Walled in by the mountain,
to nothing else I cling.
I hear the branches swaying.
I hear the boulders sing.

This path is my comfort,
where worldly matters cease.
I listen to mountain sounds
and hear my soul at peace.

© Susan Schoeffield

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