In the word wood you can see
Poetry hung from the trees
And stories hunting over ground
To where the writers can be found
Or do the writers hunt the words
To try and make the stories heard
Sometimes dreamers come and see
Imagination running free
They grab ideas and take them home
To new words were ideas can roam
To change the world to something new
To open doors to let others to
Discover a wood were words are free
And poetry hangs from the trees
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