This House I Call Home

This house I call home… As I leave my house, to gather more logs, I see the distant mountains and sense a cooling breeze. I experience the tranquility of the scenery surrounding me as I notice the horses, quietly grazing in their field. An eagle flies high surveying his prey below, as I listen, to the sound of running water, from a nearby brook, which adds tone to the atmosphere. The sound of nature overwhelms me and brings a greater awareness to the wildlife inhabiting the woods that surround me. A stag stands alone and alerts me, clearly knowing of my presence, as I stay motionless and breathless, so as not to disturb. For this truly is a time to ponder and appreciate…. This house I call home. Peter J. Hurst