Walking Through Woods Poem by Phil Soar

I took my time and walked through woods
Taking in the sights and sounds
Never thinking if I could
Not enjoy the wondrous grounds
The stately home around it
The trees so wide and tall
The leaves a sort of rustic red
Now summer turned to fall
The squirrels searching for their food
And where it might be hidden
Forgetfullness their enemy
No place for them forbidden
And as the afternoon flies by
My observations see
That these woods oh so magical
And just the place to be