THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
🙈
Ambling through a woodland glade
As silent as repose
When nighttime phantoms start to fade
A cautious zephyr blows.
Wild things dwelling in the dale
Serenely start to wake.
All around within the vale
The dawn begins to break.
The morning comes to all who wait,
It\'s certain to appear;
The otter whistles to his mate
As she is dabbling near.
Nature\'s voices fill the air,
Sounds of every kind,
Come and go from everywhere
As dayspring bays unwind.
But if you trespass this way, by
Nigh this time of day
You will hear it, if you try,
Not too far away.
The breeze will resonate and ring
Resounding, so sublime.
Reverberating tones that sing,
It happens every time.
To witness this recital now
Played out by nature\'s good;
To listen and to notice how
It rebounds through the wood;
Take note! take note! remember
This echo as it strays;
And pray this late September
Will be with you all your days.
ASJ