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Ferns

A Poem I Wrote a Long Time Ago

By A.C. SweetPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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Photo by A.C. Sweet

Ferns battled up the hill interrupted by defending

Roots, deep in their battlements;

Tall stands suppress the yell of the over watcher’s glare.

As passing observers gape

At the scene climbing above them, only to find cacophony

Along every rise: trees, bushes,

Swords, brackets mingle in an endless contest for

For forest floor conquest.

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About the Creator

A.C. Sweet

Inspired by the beauty of the Pacific Northwest, and fueled by stories of all kinds since childhood, one of my favorite passions and goals is to connect and understand through the written word.

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