A Walk In The Forest Poem by Owen Cullimore

Out in the forest
Not far from home
Is a quite place
Where I like to roam
It's a pathway to somewhere
As I like to recant
Surrounded by wildlife
Trees and the occasional plant
It winds along gently
Forever and a day
And I sing to myself
As I wend my merry way
Its still only February
Hard to believe
As the Sun shines
And is warm on my sleeve
Its looks just like springtime
With different colored leaves here and there
The sound of the birds chirping
As they fly through the air
Up in the distance
An old tree stump beckons for me
To sit down for a while
And survey all I can see
It's such a beautiful day
So good to be alive it seems
So I sit quietly thinking
It's the place of my dreams