Deep into the woods I stroll
Aimlessly without a goal
I wander through the verdant glade
The welcome branches give me shade
The songbird singing loud and sweet
I stop awhile to rest tired feet
A little stream goes rippling by
The bluebells nod to catch my eye
A robin plays games of hide and seek
I stand in silence, dare not speak
He flys away as on I go
As drifts of ramsons look like snow
Down and down the path goes on
Delightful in the summer sun
A peaceful calm surrounds the air
Tranquility forever here
Brenda S. Warhurst
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