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Wednesday, August 06, 2025

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 

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 - 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

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15 comments:

  1. Kim M. RussellWednesday, August 06, 2025 9:50:00 AM

    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.

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  2. AnonymousWednesday, August 06, 2025 5:44:00 PM

    Nice story. I, too, like early morning walks at sunrise, but only if it's warm outside.

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  3. Jae RoseWednesday, August 06, 2025 6:17:00 PM

    So tender and beautifully written Jae

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  4. MaryWednesday, August 06, 2025 8:36:00 PM

    A dog can definitely be a very special friend. And walks in nature can give a person a wonderful perspective.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyWednesday, August 06, 2025 8:38:00 PM

    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!

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  6. SusanWednesday, August 06, 2025 10:57:00 PM

    ""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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  7. Sumana RoyWednesday, August 06, 2025 11:24:00 PM

    You're surrounded by a beautiful world of feathery and furry friends! Lucky you.

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  8. MarjaThursday, August 07, 2025 1:04:00 AM

    Oh what a rich, peaceful poem Love it Like a harmony between you and the natural world

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  9. Yvette M CalleiroThursday, August 07, 2025 5:03:00 AM

    You captured a peaceful moment with your poem, Jim! I loved it!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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  10. IntelliblogThursday, August 07, 2025 7:56:00 AM

    A lovely vignette, Jim.

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  11. seanatbogieThursday, August 07, 2025 8:06:00 AM

    I enjoyed your poetic wandering very much.

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  12. judydykstrabrown.comThursday, August 07, 2025 8:29:00 AM

    I'm intrigued by the 'Who cooks for you" line.

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  13. brudbergThursday, August 07, 2025 9:30:00 AM

    Love the description of the walk... so lovely

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  14. HelenThursday, August 07, 2025 10:15:00 AM

    There is a lovely innocence to your poem, Dr. Jim ... I enjoyed it.

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  15. purplepeninportland.comWednesday, August 13, 2025 7:38:00 PM

    This is so peaceful, Jim. I have not been walking enough lately.

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