The Woods

 

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep

immersed in them to me is sleep.

Because I often waste my time

with thinking that’s not worth a dime.

 

What is this life all about?

A reuben sandwich with sauerkraut?

Mouth full of cheesecake

and trying to shout?

 

Immersed in trees my mind goes still

Bird symphonies so bend my will,

while a chipmunk racing by

tells me that I have to try.

 

To understand that there is more

than all the things I try to do

and all the projects in my mind

there’s everyone I’ve left behind

there’s everyone I’ve left behind.

 

 

* The woods are lovely, dark and deep from Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost