Beneath my feet pine straw yields,
a scent so fresh and clean.
The day both crisp and sunlit
as we hike this forest scene
From walls of granite boulders
woodland creatures hide and peep
keeping close watch o’er their realm
high within their castle keep.
They track our route along the path
ensuring we’re not here to stay.
We hear them chatter in the leaves
as if to say, “Be on your way.”
Great start, Wendie! Love how you bring nature to life and make us pause to take note.
Perfection of a simple story and message. I can hear the competing voices. I like the fact that in this poem the walker is not BAD, but simply made aware of the feeling of natural neighbours.
Thank you David.
I walked along with you and could see and smell it all. Thank you!