A Wooded Spot Poem by Carol Pelletier

It takes a certain type of soul to live in a wooded spot,
Where neighbors are quite far away,
Not on a nearby lot.

When a shopping trip to the closest mall,
You drive for an hour or more,
Unless you settle for a shorter trip to the local country store.

It takes a certain type of soul, to love the cry of a loon,
Where the only light in your yard at night,
Is the light of the stars and moon.

Where ducks and geese and an occasional bear,
Call on you without a care,
They wander around to do as they please...

It takes a certain type of soul,
To live in the midst of the trees.