I've walked this road a thousand times <br />Know every bend and hill <br />Here the deer cross and here they bed <br />And here the stream bank over-spills. <br /> <br />The oldest trees stand to the west <br />Their thick trunk girth amazes <br />Wild ivy and the purple grape <br />Form tunnels and dark mazes <br /> <br />Here coyote and wild turkey tracks <br />Beneath the raspberry tangle, <br />Clover and black-eyed Susan’s slack <br />Abut at every angle. <br /> <br />On this road in early morn <br />Grey mist rise off the ponds <br />Dew drips heavy from the leaves <br />As I pad along. <br /> <br />At midnight stars peak through the branches <br />Flickering points within the sky <br />Piercing leaves hung in the darkness <br />As night owls hoot their haunting cry. <br /> <br />Looking down the lush road foliage <br />That seems to mourn me as I turn <br />Am I daft and in my dotage <br />Or does Nature for me yearn?<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/searching-for-laurel/
