Knocking Hollow

Knocking Hollow

 

The walk through the woods is always a treat,

Leaves stick to the mud on the base of my feet.

The sounds and the smells all seem to mix,

To make this journey a never-ending fix.

 

As I reach the middle, were nature lover’s flock,

I loose my footing and slip on a rock.

I land at the base of a large hollow tree,

My face is swept with curiosity.

 

The body of the tree beats like a drum,

I edge my way closer, after climbing up off my bum.

I brush the leaves off my pants,

And take a breath, as I begin to advance.

 

There seems to be a handle fixed on this tree,

Was this a dream or pure reality?

I reach out my hand and entertain my imagination,

Was this wise or an insane declaration?

 

I twist the handle and open the door,

I hold my breath and begin to explore.

I enter a world of imagination and fun,

This magical adventure has just begun!

by nathan1289