It is one of those 'once-upon-a-time'
Earth-places where many generations
earlier the entire region was prime forest
and a cart track made its wobbling way
through the thick growth of trees over
the hummocked and undulating forest floor
where forest giants were to be felled
to made way for homesteads in attempts
to tame the woods dense with underbrush
and stubborn with upheaved rocks littering
the dark landscape under the forest canopy.
Today no trace of human habitation
the forest resolutely reclaimed itself
more dense and unapproachable to a
delusional prospect of homestead farming
hard-set to remain forever what nature
intended, a glowing green gem secure in
its isolation where now and again intrepid
curiosity impels forest lovers to enter its
dim interior with the respect it demands and
warily welcomes those seeking solitude.
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