And Winter Scene. Oh I *love* that (it's now my desktop background

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The Winter Scene is absolutely stunning! I'd hang it on my walls anytime. And as for dark and mysterious woods.....Matrixman wrote:And that is a beautiful Frost poem! Thanks! It's very fitting. I snapped that picture in rapidly falling daylight. A minute or two later and that scene would've been in the dark. (Not that there's anything wrong with dark and mysterious woods...)
The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
I met a man with eyes of glass,
And a finger as curled as the wriggling worm,
And hair all red with rotting leaves,
And a stick that hissed like a summer snake.
The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
He sang me a song in backwards words,
And drew me a dragon in the air.
I saw his teeth through the back of his head,
And a rat's eyes winking from his hair.
The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
He made me a penny out of a stone,
And showed me the way to catch a lark
With a straw and a nut and a whispered word
And a penny worth of ginger wrapped up in a leaf.
The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
He asked me my name, and where I lived;
I told him a name from my Book of Tales;
He asked me to come with him into the wood
And dance with the Kings from under the hills.
The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
But I saw that his eyes were turning to fire;
And I saw the nails grow on his wriggling hand;
I said my prayers all out in a rush,
And found myself safe on my father’s land.
The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
--Henry Treece, The Magic Wood
Avatar wrote:But then, the answers provided by your imagination are not only sometimes best, but have the added advantage of being unable to be wrong.
Um...I'll think about it...Lucimay wrote:i am still encouraging you to do a photoblog spot Matrixman.
you could have guest poets like lyr and seareach and myself and others come on and post poems for the photos!!!