There’s an old dirt road that leads to nowhere; on it lies natures best.
As you start to walk go over the knoll and look just off to the left.
Here is where the deer will lay, in a field beyond the pines,
And the noise you make while sneaking up, will turn their heads in time. With a few gallant strides they’ll disappear, off into the woods they’ll go.
There is a chance you may see them again further on down this road.
Now further on down "the road that goes nowhere" and off on a narrow spoor.
Lies the peacefulness of a distant pond that will leave you wanting more. And more there is along this road, more of what nature can give.
Alive in all its beauty, in the land where the animals live.
From the squirrels playing by the side of the creek, to the song of the wind in the trees.
From the fast little rabbits scurrying home, how could you not notice these? From the smell of the air to the feel of the water, to the touch of a solid rock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem