Woods
The tangle of limbs is nearby
As I walk along a path thereby
I see a sight that brings a sigh
It is a scene that makes me cry
For the denizens of a land whereby
There is not too much to lie
That we live where we deny
Where many creatures die
We must do all to try
To more easily comply
With all laws that apply
A Woodsy sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
