Creative Bloomings revise an old poem

Written in 2004

Forest Trail

I feel kind of dead and lost

Wandering  around in the woods

Occasionally enjoying the journey

the smells of ferns and moss and earth

the sounds of birds and crackling of sticks and leaves under my feet

Occasionally hating the journey

The mosquitoes

the cold

the monotony

wondering where in the world I am

or why I’m in the woods in the first place

is it to build a log cabin

learn from nature

for exercise

Sometimes I just want out of the woods

Help me know your purposes

and not forget them

so matter where I’m at

or whether I’m enjoying it or not

I at least know that I’m going in the right direction.

revision: 

Forest Companion

I wander in the woods,

enjoying traipsing there—

the sounds of woodland birds,

the smells of ferns and moss,

the crackling underfoot.                     

But rain can get me down.

Mosquitoes irritate.

Monotony abounds.

I wander, wondering

where in the world I am.

Or why I’m even there.

Is it for exercise?

To grow, to learn, to care?

To build a home of logs?

Sometimes, I just want out.

Please, help me understand,

through bad times and the good,

You’re there with map in hand,

still walking by my side,

my hiking guide and friend.