Thurman P. Woodfork
It was not ‘silence’ that I heard
Not me – I listened to the birds
The music of water rushing by,
And gentle breezes like a sigh.
I heard the crickets’ strident calls,
Reveled in peace, held in thrall.
Cares soothed by idyllic woods,
I should have stayed, while I could
Beside that melodic forest brook.
I should have done what it took
To remain forever near its banks,
Exploring down its tree-lined flanks.
Instead, I left and lived a war;
I lost my peace forevermore.
All the brooks that dance to sea
Will never bring it back to me.
©Copyright May 10, 2005 by Thurman P. Woodfork
Zachary and Michaela Rogers, Trout Fishing – May 2005: Photographs ©Copyright May 2005 by Mary E. Rogers