Morning dew across golden rod surrounded ponds
Fish snap fins at the surface and submerge once more
Winds rush through lush fields
Pine trees mark family history
The valley’s secret apple orchard
Deer antlers hidden within the thicket
Overtop the northern woods hawks prey
The creek’s native trout tease the fool
Barn swallows swooping in and out doors
The soft ground takes on every season
Yield is for survival and appreciation of land
Summers heat provides for winters denial
At dusk we stare along the woodsline
Searching for the start of the wild hour
As the night returns, we listen…
Crickets chirping under starlit skies
As we slumber, another day awaits
Where else would I call home?
Thoughts Untold Written 