On Stopping To Sniff A Dandelion

I believe, I may have missed the boat The water’s deep, I couldn’t float Perhaps the marks I set weren’t high The tide’s in now – I’ll wave bye-bye I read Thoreau and Frost, I know Of wilderness and falling snow Of Roads Not Taken tongue in cheek Of singing trees and babbling creek With pomp and ceremony flyin’ I stopped to sniff a dandelion To watch a honey bee rejoice At making such a tasty choice I sit beside the croaking pond A heron blending with the frond A muskrat watches warily A dragonfly upon my knee My pants are frayed, my kayak weathered I share my time with furred and feathered Visiting these woods, their home Leave them, as I came, alone