-->-Looking Forward To Fall-


“It is not so much for its beauty,
That the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts,
As for that subtle something,
That quality of air,
That emanation from old trees,
That so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”

Robert Louis Stevenson


I have loved wandering these woodlands
Ever since I was an extremely young boy
I can think of no place, I would rather be
The great northern forests, fill me with joy

I especially love wandering the woodlands
In the crisp, colorful, early autumn afternoons
The cascading leaves crunch beneath my boots
As the forest songbirds sing such colorful tunes

My dogs seem just as thrilled as I always am
As we follow an ancient trail, down to a stream
Where we often spot a rabbit or a white-tail deer
As we gaze at the wondrous colors of the trees

I only wish that my sense of smell was like theirs
They seem to delight in every tiny woodland scent
And soon, they gaze very knowingly down the trail
Instinctively sensing, where every forest dweller went

And after we grow tired wandering the great woodland
We’ll often stop and perch by a very colorful lakeshore
The crisp, clean, autumnal air here, now filling our lungs
The serene silence and wonder here, something we adore

Others can have congested, noisy, modern day cities and towns
My canines and I prefer the utter serenity of the great woodland
And, I hope that I can wander here, for all of my remaining days
Wandering woodlands, to me, is a pastime, so magnificently grand


©September 2014, Mr. Ed