Moss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Moss

Beneath the century old tree
The moss is soft emerald green
Teeming as it can ever be
Beneath the century old tree
There is much room for you and me
Come to where we will not be seen
Beneath the century old tree
The moss is soft emerald green

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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