Within my being resides a deep love for wild, free things,
Of the life and beauty of the dark wood
It was you, which instilled in me worldly goods
Alone gift not the happiness which sings.
To your woodland voice, the river and mountains
Rejoice on this gleaming day of muted haze
With dappled sun a patterned maze unfolds
As black-eyed Susan's glow and fade
Now hold enchantment in their thrall
Tall, lodge pole pine trees stretch their limbs
They sigh; content to offer shelter to the birds.
Eveline Maria Smith © September 2005
"Never close your ears to those to whom you've opened your heart. Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. The reward of a thing well done is to have done it." - Ralph Waldo Emerson