#smallpoems When you find you way to Sheepskin Hollow After the bridge; the one spanning a crik pointing first to the lake and down to our Tidal River

#smallpoems

When you find
  you way
to Sheepskin Hollow
   After the bridge; the one
                                 spanning
         a crik pointing
first to the lake
and down to our Tidal River

You will see
a wooden stake. Chevron
carved deep and
painted blue. Stay right

After walking awhile
a crest of one
hill really

You will come across
if you look closely
a blue marker
absconded

a painted wooden
   block nestled
in the leaves
Grain pointing to
  Clouds passing
over banks of a
   babbling brook

Blue paint not
guiding, but
    buried into
  Earth feeling
steps of those
who once sought
direction

If you head to
    Sheepskin Hollow
you will see the
Fallen Blue Marker
unless it is
gone