Tree Hill

 

 

I think I’ll wander up to old Tree Hill

to spend a few unhurried hours there

and walk the trails until I get my fill

of butterflies and scented woodland air

 

Above the birds and squirrels make their nest

turtles and frogs are seen upon the ground,

and lizards too, but what I like the best

are pigmy goats and hearing how they sound.

 

I may be an urbane sophisticate

with jacket, tie, and sharp crease in my pants.

but walking through the countryside is great.

It’s off to Tree Hill when I get the chance.

 

Nearby, the city churns with industry,

but here the voice of Nature calls to me

 

 

 

 

Louis William Rose

August 2006