Travel In The Woods Poem by Jim Milks

In the midst of a primeval wood where the silence surrounds
you like a thick familiar blanket. There I the lone traveler stood
by a meandering old wall of stone and a lazy flowing stream

Along its rocky bank I chased a dream as the songs of birds and creaking of the trees, complete this peaceful scene. And there I stood between the modern world and this one so serene.

As I travel deeper into that ancient wood there is one simple truth that I now understood this world of peaceful solitude is where I belong.


© JPM 3/29/2009