Trees were so important in this young boys life
It was a place where I could escape from strife
Where else to go to unwind from a day at school
Watching for birds or wading in a rivers pool
There would squirrels watching from the trees
Who were nibbling nuts, see me and away does flee
Or a wise old owl would stare down at me below
Then flap his wings and with his eyes all aglow
He was more confident than squirrel who was scared
Whereas the owl eyes on me just stared and stared
How easy it was to relax amidst all the green
And hearing the ripple of the nearby stream
I'd forgotten the lessons I'd had that day
For was now content in midst of trees was okay
Dusk was coming so I started off for home
There's nothing quite like being in woods to roam
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Agreed - I need more forest wanderings in my life.
ReplyDeleteRobin, we both had a good thing going with having our trees. I liked the contrast between the owl and the squirrel's reactions to the Writer's presence. The rhyme is good too.
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Love the poetic glimpse of you as a boy .... cheers!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a fabulous childhood afternoon. Heck that sounds like a lot of fun now, but I probably should take it easy with any tree climbing.
ReplyDeleteOh yes! I had some good stretches of bush (Aussie for woods) to play in too as a child, and even into my teens. How blessed we were, to grow up among the trees.
ReplyDeleteNothing like the woods and those wise owl eyes!
ReplyDeleteI always feel so blessed to see an owl. Really lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI like how u have mixed the first person and third person!
ReplyDeleteSo true. There's something sacred in standing in a grove of tree....sort of like shaking God's hand.
ReplyDeleteYour closing: "There's nothing quite like being in woods to roam" I have to agree.
ReplyDeleteThis brings back so many memories of tramping through the timber and getting into trouble.