Wilderness

This may be old yet it holds more urgency now than ever before.

 

 

The fern edged paths lead deep within,

A musical chorus is in full song,

Rushing water, doves gentle coo,

A misty veil hides the valley floor,

The morning air is sweet and clear,

Scented by hundreds of flowers,

Dark green pines and towering oak,

The mountains far above the wood,

Silent guards, ancient watchers,

Don't let this vision of beauty,

Become only a memory.

 

Apr. 14, 1985

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

Your poetry shows depth of love and the need to keep good things in the front of the mind. I think more of us should feel and think that way.. Great job..