The Hidden Key
The Hidden Key
Ash and pine and elm and oak,
under sky like blowing smoke,
up a hill and under ground,
winding through a maze, is found
keys to mysteries unfold,
tales still needing to be told.
Find the answers in the logs
hidden in the swampy bogs.
Muselings Poetry Challenge number 2:
this one is for the fantasy novel I’ve started working on
RoadWriter 
A fantasy novel, Peggy? How exciting! I like this poem. Reminds me of Mary’s poetry. {wink}