The Woodland Cathedral
B
Barry Middleton
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the woodland cathedral
is the grandest one of all
the slender living columns
support a sanctuary
where anyone can see
the handiwork of mystery
the forest is alive
with goddesses and dryads
the air is thick
the understory is carpeted
in green moss
in molding leaves and loam
beside a creek
a small boy watches
for a moment
he lowers his book
and wonders at the sight
and is it just a dream
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