The 'Woods' When I Stopped By Poem by James McLain

...The woods when I stopped by
are very deep and she knows why.
...Her land is split, sits miles of fence
he walks it's length and smiles.

...Vast her fields of buttercups
and on his side impatients grows.
...She likes flowers, he likes trees
the difference plain too all, who see.

...his woods are banked and steep
she walks and sings, he hears each song.
...Finding hers, his path was clear
across one stream, she caught him near.