In nature’s garden
The woods’ excitement for our spring visit
Echoes as we sing a cheery song
Leaves no longer shaded out
Rustle rushes through the trees
Sound of a brook, water cold as spring
We cup our hands taste and feel its freshness
Looking away into the distance
Far off, the end of the world
We sit and dream, tell of tomorrows wishes
To the river as it flows not questioning
Gingerly we pick our steps
Wearing the badge of who we are
Uniformly seeking the courage to be new.
This place seems to us to stand still
Forever trees have stood bearing our mark
From years long past we have learned
For brains there is no substitute.
Poetry from The Man Shed
© Chris Black
03/02/2020
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