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The luxuriously full
And richly green trees 
Were in their best form
In this part of the forest.

A spot untouched by
Civilization, possibly never
Treaded on by a human foot.
Until now.  Only the deer had left
Her prints in the sandy creek bed.

The birds had stopped singing. It was
Cold dark silent here.  In the glen, with
Barely a bit of sunlight illuminating my path.
I did not realize at first what was so different,
Until I noted this place was bereft of bird song.

The gentle lapping creek was flowing softly
Over some beautiful tiny beads of river rock, 
Arranged in a haphazard manner of fall where
You may.  I sat down and studied the rocks, picked
Up a few, rubbed the water off them, and put them
Into my pockets.  

It was fascinating to see there were tiny minnows
In the stream.  Even more enthralling when you surmise
That I may be the first person on the earth to see them.
The only indicators of any other living creature being here
Were the two deer hoof-prints.  
About ten yards away from the stream I spied a 
Downed tree; a magnificent beast, with an enormous
Circumference.  When she fell, I imagine the forest floor
Quaked.  She had been down for some time.  

I made my way to the silent giant by way of
Spongy forest floor.  You could hear my footprints,
The forest was so still.  I waked gingerly expecting
An enormous snake’s head to rear up at any
Possible minute.

I am relieved to say, I walked without 
Altercation, or any other kind of surprise.
When I reached the tree, I noted that I could
Not get my arms around the trunk. My arms 
Stretched as far as they would go, would not
Fit half-way around this monster’s trunk.

There was a bit of sunlight hitting the tree, so
I grabbed ahold of a downed limb and pulled
Myself up onto her side.  I was sitting on that
Mighty oak in short time.  But the bark was so
Harsh, I jumped off when Blue, my husky came
Tearing around the corner.

Lucky, my gentle Newfoundland-mixed dog, returned
About the same time. They had been in the deep
Timber, so I knew I’d be tearing ticks off the both
Of them when we got back to the house. Yes, this
Was my timber, my woods, 
My glen, my fallen oak. My
Husband and I had marveled
At this land when we came
Across it the first time. The
Brush was so deep, we
Bashed it with sticks as we
Walked through it.  The
Spider webs back in here
Were amazingly large.

My own secluded hide away.
And no one would have been happier.
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