Enchanted Forest

Taken a few years back when I traveled along the Sierra Nevada's with my film cameras. Man I miss those days. As I sat and stared at this scene through the viewfinder I stopped and wrote this poem.

Do you see what I see? That's the question.

Enchanted Forest

I travel as the gypsies seek
A place of vision where trees do speak.
Enchanted lands with trees of old,
Silent as ghosts with trunks of coal.
Do you see the place I seek?

Air so crisp as the ocean breeze
I find myself in your mystery.
Enchanted lands where humble meet,
Your guiding light to the realm we seek.
Do you see what I see?

Creatures hidden within your limbs,
You’re lifeless as winter comes in.
Stripped of beauty in surreal landscape,
You speak as winds howl through your veins.
Do you hear or does silence fall?

Fire torched you black as night
Cut you down to your birthright,
A path you leave for one to follow
Do we stay or do we follow?

Enchanted visions yet I seek,
I step in past the unseen gate.
A forest floor as snowy white,
A dream I seek a surreal escape.
Do you see the dream I speak?

Enchanted Forest has transpired,
Each and all to acquire.
The vision seen upon this page,
Enchanted Forest, now engage!

Photographed with a MF camera using a 80mm lens.

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