I wood walk for leisure
I wood walk for me
I wood walk and listen
To old woods that creak

I wood walk at daybreak
I would walk and breathe
I wood walk while tasting
The scent of wet leaves

I wood walk and ponder
I wood walk the trail
I wood walk the winter woods
When I want to feel

I wood walk in rhythm
I wood walk alone
I wood walk and whistle
As birds sing along

I knock on the knotted pines
And walk right on in
Then roam the wooden pews
Of my church again

Bill MacEachern December 13, 2023