Woodland Right by Linda S Burger

I walk along a little stream,
That meanders here and there.
Tiny little water falls
That splash without a care.

Big oak giants and buckeye trees
Shade the loamy soil
Sheltering ferns and dainty flowers
Creates the woodland foil.

Though I stand only five foot one.
Among the timbers tall.
That gently sways back and forth
Their rhythm is like a song.

And up above the canopy
Soaring in the deep blue sky
I hear the cry of the red tail hawk
As I imagine his graceful flight.

Then as my eyes travel down
I catch a fleeting glimpse
A pair of baby coons dash out
For adventure and often mischief

For in seeking I find my niche
To be as one; part of this earth
I settle down on a big warm rock
So it is ends my search.

For this is where I am so free
And loose all track of time
This is where I belong
Among nature; my woodland right.

© Linda S. Burger
3/15/05

Part of earth,
Wind and fire
My Spirit soars
Ever higher.

Into space to places unknown
But to me I have been shown
In my heart and of my mind
That only others wish to find.

Midi Playing: "She's Like the Wind"