Poetry hides
in the twisting trails walking through the woods…
Poetry hides
in the wings of the hawks flying over our heads, soaring through the skies…
Poetry hides
under the lily pads that swim the pond we passed on our hike…
Poetry hides at
the top of the trees that I climb with my friends…
Poetry hides
under the rocks that we throw into the pond…
Poetry weaves
itself through the memories at camp…
Poetry hides
in the mouth of the hissing snake that was mad at me…
Poetry hides
in the game of carpet ball I play over and over competing to win…
Poetry hides
in the games of hide and seek, I played as a kid…
Poetry hides
in a million places…
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