A Memorable Walk in the Woods |
I love to smell the stately pines, And hear the leaves beneath my feet. Its nature at the best of times. The woods are always such a treat! The rustling of some squirrels I hear. I pause to watch them run and play. Their chatter pleasant to my ears, So for a moment, I just stay. Further on, the woods turn darker. Sunlight is blocked by stands of trees. A path becomes my only marker. I feel a chill from the slight breeze. Then, suddenly I stop dead still, Not wanting to disturb the sight. My heart is giddy at the thrill, For there I see three deer on right. A mother and her fawns of two, Are grazing in the thickened grass. Movement would scare them off, I knew, But then the moment quickly passed. She raised her head and gave a snort, And just like that they flew away, As if to say, "Aha, we'll thwart, Your presence in our field today." For a moment, I stood frozen, Unsure if this was just a dream, Almost like it was slow motion, In a movie theatre scene. Again I walk, and in the field, From whence the deer had fled away, I saw them til' they were concealed. Oh how I wish that they could stay! The sunlight on the field of wheat, Created sparkling shards of light. A slight wind moved it at my feet, And birds flew out in frightened flight. As I continued up the hill, And gazed down at the valley floor, The shades of color seemed to spill. A picture you could not ignore. But the most gorgeous sight of all, Majestic blue hills, far away, Like guardians of a castle wall, Or giants out there for the day. I turned, and quickly hurried home, For night was near, I couldn't stay. I felt so blessed to have been shown, The sights I'd seen on this great day. 48 Lines 1st & 2nd Place Winner-Poetic Traditions |