Just for Shits and Giggles # 4

I wrote this piece many years ago.  It was an assignment from my writing professor- I think her name was March- when I was a freshman at University of Maine (Orono- Go Black Bears!).  The assignment was to write a piece of exposition or a paragraph on a topic of our own choosing and end it with a quote; that quote was to be the only quote in the piece.  This is one of the favorite pieces that I have written. A few years ago I began a sequel to it that I did not complete- though the urge is still there nudging me every now and again. I actually had the original published years ago in a small, local, literary journal called The Sink. I am sharing it here because the image of the trees came up in a conversation I recently had with my friend Melinda.

After re-reading it, it seems to me that something is missing from it... Hmmm, I'm wondering if I didn't try to edit it and in doing so, mess it up. At any rate, it is still one of my favorite writings.

I hope you like it.

Enchanted Forest

There is this forest glen that I know of; I know it well.  I used to play there as a child.  The forest was enchanted; the trees curved around each other, like lovers.  In the fall the leaves would be the golds and reds of precious gemstones, and the warm sun would shine through them, and dance on the lush, soft bed of green grass.  There were flowers there, too.  All kinds.  I used to pick the daisies, weave them into a crown and become Princess of the Enchanted Forest.  The wind would float through the branches of the trees like a fairy, only slowing to shake a leaf or two.  It would caress my cheeks and play with my hair.  As I grew older, I visited the enchanted forest less often.  Each time when I left, the fairy wind would whisper to me, “Don’t forget us.

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