Walking My Land

Walking my land reminds me of why I am here in lieu of other places It is a magical lilting land where Indian teepees used to reside An unfettered meadow forest mix with wild strawberries, Queen Anne’s lace and renegade daisies and red mushrooms The second I saw this land I wanted to be a part of it Surrounded by full grown oaks; bombarded by masculine walnuts. When the ground gets soft I can pull tiny trees up attached to their acorns If I am careful and I am. Woodland and forest creatures reside here In peace and love with my family, sharing their lives gladly Hoot owl is happy here, infusing her voice into our dusky nights In the early morning I often see mama snake sunning herself on cement When I put the steps there I never dreamed of this wonderfulness We share our tiny purple violets and sweet clover with whoever needs them In giving moods due to the thankfulness we feel for getting to live here Land owned by no one but shared in great ways with many.