A mushroom poem, inspired by Deskdefier‘s long dozen:
Dark trees tower.
Deep gloom settles. A wandering stranger sighs.
Memories torn and scattered. Who will find them in the rain?
A map, with this note:
The view from the top of the Mountain Road is spectacular! You can see all the way to the Dreaming Plain in the east to the Edge of the World in the West and everywhere in between. But for a more friendly and relaxing journey, travel the river valley.
A long dozen poem:
Thunder rumbles over the Dreaming Plain
Green goes on forever, but things are not what they seem.
A mushroom poem inspired by this is on Blossomdrift‘s shelf