Mr. Kruml's Woods
Mr. Kruml's Woods
Where houses faded, and mystery grew,
Lived Mr. Kruml, whose quiet care Kees knew.
A half-acre deep, a world he let be,
For my young son to "splore" wild and free.
Through tangled branches, where whispers would call,
A secret domain, enchanting to all.
A five-year-old wanderer, with eyes so bright,
He'd venture forth, into fading light.
Through towering trees with ancient, gnarled grace,
Into a fairytale, in this forgotten place.
With sturdy boots, and a spirit so bold,
He'd follow the pathways, stories yet untold.
Through shadowed tangles, a shifting gleam,
Guiding his footsteps, in a waking dream.
Pale whispers drifted, on soft, silent wings,
Whispering secrets, where daylight still clings.
Hidden rustlings, in shadows so deep,
While Kees, the explorer, his mysteries would keep.
Each rustle of leaves, a whisper unclear,
Each quiet clearing, a wonder held near.
Mr. Kruml's Woods, a memory made,
Where "sploring" adventures, in mystic light played.
