A Trail Adventure

As I walk down the trail,

The sun streams through

The branches of the trees

And robins and thrushes

Flit and call out.

In a patch of sunlight

Lies a garden snake,

Which slithers slowly

Into the underbrush,

As I walk by.

A few moments later,

A little grey shrew

Pokes around in the sawdust

With its little

Spoke of a nose.

Wait!

There’s the old bird watching tower.

You can see all across the lake from there.

Over in a single tree,

Is a flock of pigeons.

They lazily coo quietly.

The ducks have,

Mixed among them,

Little ones,

Here and there.

At the end of the long walkway,

Is the beaver’s dam.

As I lie on the dock

Soaking up the rays of the sun,

A great, blue heron

Settles into the marsh nearby.

And up in the sky soars

The great, bald eagle.

What an invigorating day.