my family used to visit <br />an old bachelor <br />who lived in a cabin <br />surrounded by birch trees. <br /> <br />we followed <br />a magical path <br />through a sunlit woodland <br />of white and yellow-green <br /> <br />a neon adventure <br /> <br />his cabin walls <br />were pine <br />and lined with books <br />his piano <br />carefully placed <br />in the middle of <br />the room <br /> <br />his name <br />was everett <br />a cultured man <br />but i was too young <br />to appreciate that <br /> <br />being so enchanted <br />by the forest <br />i hardly remember <br />anything else<br /><br />Joyce Chelmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neon-forest/
