Wandering Poem by Steve Howard

My heart wanders now the woodland,
where the oak and chestnut grow,
to sense again the wonder,
that as a child I came to know.
My heart wanders on the hillside,
to see the valley down below,
to see the morning form her mist,
that marks the rivers flow.
My heart rests upon the meadow,
bathed in starlight glow.
It rides upon the gentle wind,
that moves the grasses to and fro.
My heart is the summer shower,
lilies on the pond,
the fox within her burrow,
dew drops on the frond.
Grateful now I am to life,
for these memories that I own,
and that my heart can still go wandering,
finding joy to be alone.