I lost my pen in the 4 Winds Food Forest
After I had been bewitched by a cluster
Of white pine needles
Suspended in the air
By invisible spider silk.
Shortly after eating an apple from the tree,
Carol forgot her mittens there.
Somewhere between the food forest
And the Danger Falling Walnuts trail,
Mary Ann lost her pencil.
I began to get suspicious.
Was the land asking us to leave
Something of our lives behind?
Photo and poem by Diane Wheeler Dunn
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