My Woods

A picture of my past

My woods

Natures wonders all around,

Sky so blue, and the only sounds,

Are birds above in the trees,

Makes me whole, my soul is pleased.

The branches sway in the wind,

Crackling noise makes me grin.

All alone in these woods,

Like before, just where I stood.

A child lost, searching for peace,

I found it here, in the rustling leaves.

An old foot path, barely seen,

I find now, my eye is keen.

Walked this path, many times before,

I know the way, my feet are sure.

Walk along, I know my way,

Until the woods open up to the light of day.

Breaking through with shade of green,

Grasses grow, and there's a stream.

I miss this place from my past,

I’d like to stay, to make this last.

But I must leave, and be on my way,

I don’t belong, or so they say.

But I will walk, these woods again,

In my dreams, or with my kin.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you do belong. It is obvious from these words.

one spot "nature's wonders"

but a piece that makes us feel peace.

jacob

[dawn aulis]

Just a fond memory from my childhood, and a place I can no longer go to.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hear you...and i cannot go back to Vermont...at least to the way it was when i was very young and spent my summers there in the 50's---

[Samuel Dickens]

Beautiful. Nature itself is able to heal, soothe and inspire, but to be in a familiar place like you describe also gives meaning and dimension to one's life.

[dawn aulis]

It was my secret spot, many years ago as a child. I left that life behind, but still like to go back in my mind.

[Samuel Dickens]

I return to such places, too. There a few that, due to age and health, I can't get to now, so I revisit them in my memories.