I used of dream of going to the city,
to see the world-
Now i just dream of going to the woods,
to escape from it.
poems.
I used of dream of going to the city,
to see the world-
Now i just dream of going to the woods,
to escape from it.
When I stepped away, I saw.
When I stilled the noise, I heard.
In the rain and the wind, you spoke.
I marveled at the silver waves, I rejoiced in the song of the bird.
Out of forest shadow a beast wandered in peace.
I knew God and felt his Sovereign control.
I love going in the woods with you, and I love you. – mom
Mama,
Your words are beautiful, like your heart.
Thank you for giving me the love of words and the love of the woods.
I love you.