The Path Of Childhood

Short, rhyme (sort of)

The path through the pasture

Along the cattle trail

This I walked in childhood

I remember the path very well

Next I enter the wooods where cool

From the damp ground rises

Drawn by the essence of sweet shrub

When in mid-summer the scent surprises

To lie down upon the cool earth

And idle the time away

Listen for the sounds of nature

As in my busy thoughts I play

Author's Note

A memory from childhood that time between seven and eleven when no problems, worry, just being...

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

This brings to mind similar memories of my own...a peaceful poem.