A Winding Trail Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

How aesthetic and picturesque the scenery
Along the length of the winding trail,
When the soft, green carpet of summer
Covers the mountain and adjacent vale.

Where frisky deer are often seen
Meandering among the towering pines
As if to protect them from the sun,
Then dispersing quickly sensing human signs.

Where often is heard an eerie sound,
A deteriorated tree limb sharply falling,
The remote, soft cry of a mourning dove,
Or the natural noise of a male turkey gobbling.

Where the distant, succulent landscape
Is prominent under the scintillating sky,
Where the warm breeze softly sighs
And murmurs a sweet, Summer lullaby.