Two Poems by D.L. Lang

The Northwest

We wandered down 
the Avenue of the Giants,
taking in the endless greenery
until we ran across Paul Bunyan,
riding his ox, carrying his axe, 
destroying trees to build a country.
He said his axe was really hungry.

We hugged the Grandfather Tree,
glad it was spared from destruction.
We become children in the forest,
specks of dust dancing in the breeze,
laughing freely to ourselves,
rambling past the clover
feeling lucky, feeling free,
as the redwoods tower above
in this land of giants.
The streams are rushing past
fueled by endless love. 



What Dreams Danced Here?

Sparkles like starlight on a marble floor.
The echo of an empty ballroom.
Ghosts pirouette under the moonlight.
Laughter ricochets through the air.
Joy bounces beyond time and space.
Faces unlock the gates of history.
Melody lingers in the atmosphere.