Those fields where I used to play the half-green gully, bleeding rocks and clay Above that muddy beaver dam Stretched from the edge of the forest's ridge a former tree, now fallen log is nature's bridge below our house upon the hill The barn that used to stand in the field supported by the crust of earth yet another fruitful memory peeled above that muddy beaver dam I'd gaze outside from the window near our inside totem pole and see the beaver dam below, below our house upon the hill Since then I've been more closer to town but sometimes I imagine that I'm still looking down from above that muddy beaver dam + I wrote this for a poetry contest. It went to the final stage, but I didn't want to spend a lot of money and stuff (i.e. bio, writer info, and all that crap to get it published). I'm sure they wouldn't pick a poem without that stuff. This is about a house I used to live in near Misery Bay in Toivola. The line "Since then I've been more closer to town" is kinda funny. When I'm not at college, I live a few miles up the road from the old house. Still in the woods. -Winn
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