The Woods Our New Home

            The trees all around me shimmer in the light,
While the crickets and birds sing there though the night.
 A deer as though dancing zips straight through the trees
And vanishes like the wind in the leaves.
            The leaves crunch with the gentlest tap, the
Paths never end as though roads on a map.  You can walk
For miles in this wooden place, my goodness there is a ton
Of space.
            The papers got done the construction begins as
We fence up the field that lays within. We move the horses.
They eat up the grass.  The barn has gone up ohso fast.
The house is being framed, the riding ring untouched.
I guess the house is just to much.
            Time and day will be great when we spend
The night at our new home with delight.
 

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