this is almost silly, that I am the least gifted writer in the group and the first poster. But, I said I had my version of a sonnet to post and I will. I wrote this last winter. Sandy Nelson
I don't think God will mind
If I call my Hemlock grove a Cathedral
Stillness and grandeur is what you will find
Birdsong, sound of blowing wind fills that hall
Worshipping deer graze, preying owls attend
Needles reflect sun as candlelight
Through underground tunnels the mice monks wend
Tree trunks declare their majestic height
Through forest doors steps the wolf priest
The solemn worship service is filled with power
All hail the creation and its living leased
Perched on branches, traveling on aisles under spreading needle tower
Maybe God would reply, "the cathedral shall be called a Hemlock Grove
One came first and was not a structure humans wove"
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