Mist covered lawn, a blanket of grey
as the fog curls and swirls i make my way
twixt and tween branches
grabbing at my clothes and hair
to follow a game trail seen disappearing
into the woods...
There...
just beyond the parking lot,
beneath towers humming with electricity,
lies wooded acres and few takers
to this hidden treasure
I have measured hill and dale,
walked alone, following trails
made by four feet, not two
Such a simple thing to do
if you listen,
if you look,
if you peer over the book
to see the wonders of which you read
in the first person singular
Words are wonders, words inspire
but eyes that see are all you truly require...
(11-19-10)
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