There’s a path that’s seldom taken
Through the woods behind the school
Though children sometimes play there
When they bend the village rule
I find this hike a pleasure
Though the breeze may kick up dust
For the world recedes quite quickly
And its silence builds your trust
I pass a stand of birches
That have grown up near the brook
A set of antlers keeps on bobbing
But are cautious by my look
To the south, there is a clearing
That’s ringed by many pine
The grasses there grow happy
With the sun that streams like wine
Wild flowers fill this pasture
While crimson clover blooms
Deer mice fill their burrows
Until there’s no more room
Snowy ridges in the distance
Form a lovely jagged wave
A coyot howls its pleasure
At the freedom of its ways
So if you’re traveling near me
And need a brief respite
I suggest this path that’s hidden
For it’s filled with pure delight
Poetry and Verse 