Walking In The Forest...A Soldier Dreams Poem by Philip Lore

A gentle breeze in the air,
As Mother Natures' forest grows.
Along quiet lakes,
I walk and stare,
Watching wildflowers in swaying rows.

Chipmunks and squirrels frolic around,
What peace and beauty,
In this fertile ground.

A golden eagle soars up high,
I see cardinals, blue jays,
And a butterfly.
Woodpeckers, hawks, racoons
and black bear,
Thread through this wonderland,
no burden to bare.

Walking along on an old deer trail,
I spot a young buck running,
Amazed at his snowy white tail.
Scampering fast through the laurels and trees,
Tall stoic maples with colorful leaves.

I watch as he swiftly moves out of sight,
These are the wonders I miss in this fight.