Written by I wrote this because when I walk these woods my mind is at ease and thoughts flow more easily, carrying their own tune. This little story captures walks in those woods from my own real perspective. Upon seeing the picture, a request for some words came in, so I wrote this after noon.
Wooded Place
There’s a wooded place where I like to go
I walk this place even in rain and snow
The sounds of this place please my ears
Quiet, or wind, and birds that often appear
Sight lines here exist only from above
Effort required to see the beauty I love
There’s a trail but in places it’s hard to find
I don’t mind if I wander, so does my mind
Then I see some movement freezing my stride
Looking at the brush where grouse go to hide
Without warning a white-tail I barely could see
Bounds through the forest just as easy as could be
I moved slowly through soft, deep snow and growth
The workout was good but the silence I love most
The trail then opens and I glimpsed the sky
A pair of eagles in training caught my eye
The river nearby I spot ducks and a goose
Having left the bog where I’ve seen many a moose
Finishing the loop I see the dash of a bobtail
Gone in a flash I finish this loop of a trail
Returning to the lot where I parked the car
Reality rushed back where it had seemed so far