Early spring walk on
A rare blue northwest day
Rivulets on green slopes
Magnolia’s pristine white
Memories of childhood adventures
Following the stream the other side of
Shade grown tobacco’s fallow fields
Far into the woods
I felt like Natty Bumpo
A frontiersman who understood
The ways of the forest
And all the lives it held
Carried everything he needed
In the constant quest for new land
Without farmers and rules
Seasons’ rhythmic cycles
Spring time exuberance
Shelter in the forest’s quiet
Then I returned home for cookies
I could smell coming up the walk
Chocolate chips and walnuts