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Walk The Path

I trod upon the wooded paths, where fathers walked before,

With tread so light , and son in tow, explaining forest lore.

The sunlight drops, through lofty tops, casts pictures on the trees,

A dappled fawn, like august lawn, lies hidden in the leaves.

A mournful dove ,sits high above , to croon a heart break tune.

Cicadas whir, the crickets chirp, and from the lake, a loon.

Birches bunch, with gnarled white trunks, their roots firm in soils' grasp,

To reach to sky, like bleached white bones, when summer's day is past.

And now along, the path we chance ,to see a sleek red fox,

We watch as she, is quick to find, a shrew beneath the rocks.

This natural order, on display ,has my young son alert,

He turns to stare up at my face and ask "Why must it hurt,

For all the pretty animals who live out here so wild"?

I stop to think, of what to say, to comfort my dear child.

Thoughts go back, to days gone bye, when first I walked this pathway,

I kneel down, to speak to him, but inside I hear my dad say.

"There's no pain in living free nor do the creatures fear it,

For out here, by God's great plan ,We are all just one spirit."







by:Iron Otter