Through the Wood

If you should like to hear a song

Unrivaled by mere mortal tongue

And if you should like to recline

Beneath wild morning-glory vine

Or feel time pause within the walls

Of poplar-hemlock-elm-birch halls

If you should like to rest awhile

Where gentle zephyrs tease and smile

And all is peaceful, pure and good

Then you should wander through a wood

If you should like to chase a dream

Where bracken lines the lazy stream

And the whole world is brown and green

With bits of blue tucked high between

Where suddenly life’s little care

Drifts like a leaf upon the air

As you recall your inner child

Before Time drew you to the wild

And hurried pace of adulthood

…then take a detour through the wood

Life does not wait for anyone

And soon another day is done

How sad to by-pass freedom’s hour

And never wander ‘neath the bower

Of nature’s sacred citadel

Out past the sweep of gold-grain swell

Or where the back-road curves beyond

The road well-traveled, past the pond

Where once upon a time we could

Spend hours wandering through the wood

© Janet Martin

 Okay, well maybe not on a July evening unless you enjoy being a mosquito buffet;)