I shall go to the woods
One summer’s afternoon.
I shall go to hear the cuckoo cry
And listen to the jackdaw croon.
I shall go to seek shelter from the summer heat
Against the cool of the tree bark.
The mantra of old evergreen pines is heard:
Tales of Norse gods, and their lark.
I shall go to visit the heron
Who waits by the stream.
Patiently, she strides down the brook
Until she catches the small bream.
I shall do all these things
Missing the city, where I roam –
I shall go to the woods
And then, I shall go home.