Dreamlike…
brimming in nature’s rainbow.
Clenched in the horn blaring,
exhaust spewing, maw of civilization.
Invisible to those rushing by.
Tanglewood…
A sylvan sanctuary of repose,
inside a manic world.
A place where eagles nest high in pines,
where sonorous sounds of bullfrogs,
echo round the shore.
Tanglewood…
A place where turtles bask on sunlit logs,
giant carp churn murky waters, rocking lily pods,
while red winged black birds sway upon their stems.
Tanglewood…
a special place.