Restored Was His Heart, Soul and Might

Restored Was His Heart, Soul And Might (The Woodsman) Hollow place in the woods most deep, now unmolested by man or by beast. Reserved for a wise visitor's return, a promise he swore one day to keep, when starry night holds a big feast! Life called the woodsman far away, into a war he was so sadly cast. He simply had rushed to take his turn, sacred duty in life he had to pay, while praying it not to be his last. Shell and shock had laid him so low, laying in a hospital back East. That vow was not forgotten by he, April, time came for him there to go, to partake in a moonlight feast! Arriving back there with setting sun, he trekked into forest all alone. Returning king was this brave man, a true woodsman and Nature's son, above him glory of moonlight shone. Found again the hollow so very deep, his throne nestled, cozy and fine. Moonlight and Nature did so conspire, as he laid down to peacefully sleep, to ease his tired and troubled mind! Waking with the soft, wet morning dew, this king greeted Nature and the day. Smile that gave all there such delight, so his life danced and began again anew, restored was his heart, soul and might! Robert J. Lindley, 06-20-2015