1.
We kick through the woods
Deep in the trees refusal
We sleep until noon
2.
These old trees don’t mind
They will give nothing away
They keep our secrets
3.
We breathe in and out
We hold the words on our tongues
They hold out voices
4.
And our shoes are damp
We have slogged through soggy fields
We have held our own
5.
The mice aren’t talking
They have business to attend
They make very good friends
6.
The finches gossip
They sing from their hidden posts
They will write new poems
7.
A sunny chill day
Human shadows blend flora
We will feed the trees
8.
Wind defines the hills
It comes fast down the gullies
Like a smile on lips
9.
Our footprints will fade
No one will know we came here
Spiders build their webs
10.
And our path will fade
Our memories of this place
Will be held tightly
E. Charles Rolwing III 