Hideaway
My footsteps carry me within the forest walls
Full of stories untold
Hideaway places
And meetings after sundown
Roots curl and coil above ground
Toppling each other for a chance to tell secrets of mysteries buried deep within
Carry me forward on these dirt roads
When the water rises to the left and right
Green moss and fallen pine
Prickly palm leaves dance and sway with the wind
Arched tree branches are pathways to streams
and discarded seashells, left by critters who feast in the night
My timid footsteps try not to wake any gator sleeping in the marsh
Remnants of brick buildings
Spirits holding on to a life once lived
It’s all memories here
Dense and stuck within the rotting Oak
Hollow now and home to prey of
Mightier beasts
A hiding place for acorns and dried up leaves
Tiny sticks lead to bones
returning back to the earth
My feet tire now as I make my way back home in Savannah
Poem and Photos by Aiysha Sinclair
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