Silence, my companion, walks with me
Together we watch spring ferns unfold
And moss and the green bloom of apple trees
And smell last autumn\'s leaves in the spring earth
We step like Indians through the piney place
No twigs are broken, nothing is disturbed
The mossy footpath rolls beneath our feet
And oak leaves brush against our face
Our hearts are full of the expanse of sky
That sends a wind song to invite a dance
The tumult of the world rejects us both
But we can hear the music in the grass
(9/08 - I submitted this to a Prairie Home Companion poetry contest and won it - however they own the poem now - but I\'ve seen it floating around on the internet so I\'m hoping they won\'t put me in a paddy wagon for putting it here with this disclaimer......)