Wouldst that I could walk with you
Down verdant paths near forests deep
While buzzards hunt from lofty view
Nocturnal creatures gently sleep.

To silent ripples of narrow brook
Your gentle hand fills mine
A journey ere long undertook
My life with you divine.

And as we stroll in Nature’s thrall
My heart and yours as one
I cannot bear to think of times
When these such things are gone.


©Joe Wilson – Ere long… 2014