A Question Posed To No One In Particular
A cabin atop a hill
In that cabin atop the hill
which upon a grassy knoll
I would end my Days in serendipitous pleasure
To read all the books not read
To hear the wind as it whistles without
Within the fragrant air of nothingness
I'd walk a trail that to nowhere leads
Ever cautious of nature as we doth share
To sit upon a rock a chair and stare at nature in wonderment
The snow capped mountain to see
In Gods truth, I do not much enjoy the chill
but all things in nature a place and so in this too I would
contentment find
If in Summer then to behold wildflowers colors bright and bold
Pretty forget-me-nots dandelion, jasmine, roses
wild onions, mushrooms and too!
Trees in abundance as shelter for the wee birds
I'd learn each one by name although
I must confess the hummingbird for me holds dear
If in the spring a mild chill rents the air
I shall happily turn my face towards and sniff of
The new leaves as they protrude from old branches bent with age
and perhaps a tire swing for me a long-ago childhood memory
I'd watch the calves on spindly legs
The fawn as on unsteady limbs
Rabbits and squirrels and a pup or two.
I'd hold those memories dear
And when at life's end with grandchildren at my knees
I'd regale with stories of adventures
And a love of nature that appeased
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