A Walk In The Woods Poem by Val Jennings

Stepping on organic sponge
I moved into the wonderland.
A gauntlet of fir and pine
shadowed the flowers and vines.

The quiet was a subdued din,
sort of felt and heard within.
I lifted my spirit to inquire,
'What voices are in this choir? '

A cricket's chirp, a gentle breeze,
a rubbing branch, rustling leaves,
a robin's song, bees in flight,
joyful sounds, wondrous sights!

A special treat upon my senses,
in a meadow without fences,
with pillars offering a fragrant smell.
Guardian sentinels declaring, 'All is well! '