We Follow the path through the woodland dell,
A path the Dog and I know well
From sunlight into dappled shade
Treading the path our footsteps made
Wild garlic flowers line the way
as we walk beneath the forest canopy
Branches heavy with leaves of green
A symphony of springtime colours seen
A blackbird trills his joyous song
While robin and sparrow sing along
Drawing us deeper into the glade,
Treading the path our footsteps made.
The path leads past ancient trees
Whose branches sway in the gentle breeze
Filtered Sunlight lights our way
Along the path we tread each day
Harvey dog ranges over the ground
Sniffing each scent and testing each sound
Running ahead, free of collar and lead
Treading the path our footsteps made
After a while the tree line thins
The path leads to the world again
Leaving behind nature’s peace
Where daily fears and worries cease.
We leave the woodland and head for home
Looking ahead to next time we roam
Next time beneath the woodland shade
Treading the path our footsteps made
Terry Mace
May 2026