A Precious Gift
I walked the countryside for miles
I forded streams, I straddled stiles,
Taking joy from every tree
Lost in nature's reverie.
A woodpecker's staccato beat
Put rhythm in my weary feet,
In the shadows there, a deer
Unaware that I was near.
Grazing quietly in the trees
A gentle creature at it's ease.
Just a moment caught in time,
A moment though, that was mine.
Mother nature gave to me
That precious gift, a memory.
A day I had of near perfection,
A day to savour, in reflection.
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