My Woods Walk
Introduction to the poem
Written by a man who has no close friends
Grew up on a farm closest was his dog
(Married now he and wife joined at the hip)
Morning's Rising
The woods were mine that morning
Mine and the birds all around
Adi my Beagle stayed home
'Twas way to cold for her
Birds were singing all around
Mocking bird returned my call
"Who cooks for you" was my call
"Who cooks for you" its return
A little squirrel jumped down
Came after some nuts I'd thrown
Quickly it had company
Quickly all the nuts were gone
Bread crumbs for the rabbits
They timidly watching me
Softly, quietly they came
Bigger pieces they ate first
Gray Wolf on the hill howled
He howled to those down below
Famous art seemed to have known
Posed like the one on my wall
Early morning had brightened
Peaking over horizon
Timidly the sun came up
It was time to feed my dog
. . .
- Photo and poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025
- I am linked with Lillian at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/
- I am also linked for Susan's prompt at What's Going On - a Weekend with Friends
posted by Jim @ 8/06/2025 04:58:00 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
I know that feeling, Jim, when the woods belong to you and the birds, and I love your interactions with animals, even the grey wolf. I’m glad your dog was fed too.
Nice story. I, too, like early morning walks at sunrise, but only if it's warm outside.
So tender and beautifully written Jae
A dog can definitely be a very special friend. And walks in nature can give a person a wonderful perspective.
I love that walk in the woods in morning - so full of bird calls. I know Adi is your best friend for sure, as is your wonderful wife. It's a good life, Jim!
""Who cooks for you" was my call
"Who cooks for you" its return"
It seems you feed most of your friends and recognize the art in those you don't feed. It feels beautiful to me.
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