Wild Country Abundance

Wild as ivy vines climbing up pines, in the outskirts of nature where mountain lions purr, my lungs expand like the open land. Breathing in peace, as rippling as a creek, watching an eagle snatch up salmon, I witness the cycle of life: unkind but providing. Abiding upon a log bench, quenched with dampened sun, dappled by branch shadows, trickled with yesterday's torrential rain drench, I bathe in thankfulness for abundance. Smoked venison smothered with forged morels satisfies my wild senses, with plenty to share. Cares become lost in uncharted territory, flung to the wild winds, blown like dust settling upon lawn-like leaves where fungi's forestry teeth eat them like treats. 3-21-2020 Wild Country Poetry Contest Sponsor: Julia Ward