That Cracked Fallen Tree — Primitive Poetry (Reblog)

In my woods, only about ten feetOff the path lies a tree.Fallen and cracked, covered in peat,It works as a seat, big enough for three. It was there that we ate dinnerTaco meat, made in a gray teapotIf I could choose anyone, it would have been herTo sit and make a fire, and possibly be […]

That Cracked Fallen Tree — Primitive Poetry