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footprints in the snow
wonder where they go
through the fields; through the trees
walking in the winter breeze
softly laid down one by one
exposed to the heat of the golden sun
still there when the day is done
as the animal walks along
its path is not planned
it walks over mud; gritty sand
smaller than the palm of your hand
the print is made with no demand
on some kind of mossy land
the footprints end
the animal has come to depend
on the small holes that can be made in the ground
where it sleeps until winter without making a sound.
wonder where they go
through the fields; through the trees
walking in the winter breeze
softly laid down one by one
exposed to the heat of the golden sun
still there when the day is done
as the animal walks along
its path is not planned
it walks over mud; gritty sand
smaller than the palm of your hand
the print is made with no demand
on some kind of mossy land
the footprints end
the animal has come to depend
on the small holes that can be made in the ground
where it sleeps until winter without making a sound.
was reading ted hughes poetry and i thought up this poem whilst reading 'the thought fox' hope you like
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Wow! All your poetry is amazing, in this piece inparticular love the rhyming scheme for it, it seems to flow so effortlesly Great work as always hun