8.11.14 So, Oceans Throw Moons, and Children Hide in Thickets

Down in the woods the Fir whispered and the

Pine sang with the wind as the

 Oak relished its new resilient leaves ; 

The mosses reticent from less rain, now,

 as we edge up to mid August 

and flow past our Full Moon; 

Who years ago was thrown far from earth 

by the emergence of the great seas

 -did you know? - 

that did come to cover the planet. 

Thrown, you see? 

Ah, so Oceans throw Moons , 

and forests hide their thickets . 

As children we hid in them ,

 my brothers and I - 

from our parents-

 from all that frightened -

Sat and played quiet games 

with sticks and rock; 

sheltered by our forest ,

 beloved in that realm, 

until, at times , we stood silent, 

crept up behind trees , 

hidden, to see if we

 should see a deer.

doing the same.