THIRTEEN WAYS TO LOOK THROUGH A FOREST
By Shelley M. Latreille
Hidden between two boisterous mountains,
There lie a bright, sunny forest with many
Happily chirping animals living in
Peaceful harmony.
In the forest, near the dead man's home,
Lightning and thunder crashed loudly,
Waking him from his deathly slumber,
As he turned over in his grave to see
His beloved forest, he watched in
Amazed horror as the lightning caught
It on fire, burning the dark shadowy
Trees to the ground, along with his dead,
Bony body.
The forest of her life suddenly blossomed
And was fertile as she became the woman
She always meant to be and won the
Nobel Peace Prize for the pleasant solution
To water and ground pollution.
The odd couple camped joyously in the dark,
Haunted forest, hoping for a glimpse of the
Fortified ghost, but in the end,
They were happy to be beat to death, in the
Small and hilly forest, with the angry biker's
Chains and leather.
The old broken forest, sat lonely in the wilderness,
Trying to make friends with the dead house that sat
In the middle of it, but in the end, there was no need
To worry, for the large aftershock of a much needed
Earthquake, destroyed both the house and the trees,
Sending their souls upward.
The forest gleamed cheerily in the bright sunlight
After the delightful rain storm, and as the striped
Rainbow poured its array of multicolored lights
Over the forest, the foolish, gay, mortals danced
Happily to the rainbow's end to find a distinguished
Pot of gold that wasn't really there.
The dead trees of the blackened forest swung limply,
Trying to surrender to the dance of rigor mortis,
Which plagued their hollow souls.
I have a forest behind my house, and it is grand
With the stench of putrid animals lurking happily
About. The forest behind everyone's house is Delectably grand.
As the convicts killed the brutal one-legged old
Woman, they buried her stark naked, beneath a
Tall, hollow tree, at the outskirts of a fern
Laden forest.
The lonely leprechaun chased the voluptuous
woman through the forest, but she screamed in
Hellish terror, as she ran, "I am not attracted to
Small portly dwarfed men!"
He fell to the ground in despair, but was put
Graciously out of his misery, when a fifty
Foot pine tree snapped his small skull into
Two symmetrical pieces.
The huge, and sprawling evergreens of the
Neglected forest, sat lonely, and in need of
Pruning on that sad, skeptical Monday
Morning in the bright yellow sunlight.
The snake slithered harmlessly through the
Dead and brittle pine needles of the shallow
Forest, when it spotted a small hole in the
Nearest tree, so it hungrily slipped through the
Hole, curled up, and slept for all eternity.
The oldest tree in the cylindrical forest breathed
Its last breath, on that fateful November evening.
The sun darkened and the trees cried mournfully
Together in opposite directions.
