Rhonda Baker


The Park - Poem by Rhonda Baker

As I walk through the woods,
I stopped... listened...and just stood.
The air was blowing softly through the trees.
And around the flower's you could hear the bee's.
As I stood there before the steep slopes ledge,
I looked at the Trillium carpet, as it reached the rivers edge.
My soul feels more at home there. It is truly free.
With all of God's creations, I can simply be.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 19, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, August 6, 2010


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