-->-Been Out Wandering The Wondrous Woods Again-



“There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.
No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring,
Or the rustle of the tiny insect's wings.
The clatter only seems to insult the ears.

And what is there to this life,
If a man cannot hear the cry of the whip-poor-will,
Or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night?”

Chief Seattle



Although I was born in the big city
I have always been a country boy
Our big cities today, annoy me
I need nature’s solitude and joy

I need to smell the tall old pine trees
I need to hear the tiny whip-poor-will
I need God’s glorious natural Creation
Which still provides me, such a thrill

I need to gaze upon a wildwood lake
And to hear one more yodel of a loon
I need to wander, in the deep forest
And listen to a whip-poor-will’s tune

I need to watch a tiny butterfly, flutter
I need to gaze upon, one more sunset
I need, whatever of Nature, I can find
Nothing in it, has disappointed me yet

I need to hike those old mountain trails
And to observe the wild animals there
I need to smell those wild, wildflowers
Which every Spring, spring up out there

I need to hear those frogs chatter
As I gaze upon my trusty campfire
Being out amongst Nature’s glory
Has always been my greatest desire

You can have your noisy big old cities today
Filled with their traffic jams, smog, and crime
Give me a glorious day and night in the wood
As the whip-poor-will sings for me, so sublime


©Spring 2014, Mr. Ed