Back again. <br />Nothing seems different here <br />yet so much is changing. <br /> <br />When we first started <br />visiting these woods <br />our kids were babies. <br />You would lead the way <br />with the youngest <br />carried like precious cargo <br />on your back. <br /> <br />I always walked behind <br />''assuring their safety''. <br />I watched our little girls <br />as their pigtails bobbed up and down <br />with their excited trots <br />trying to ''keep up with Dad''. <br />They would stop now and then <br />to poke at a log or flip over a rock <br />and I would scoot them along <br />so we didn't get too far behind you. <br /> <br />With each year they've <br />changed so much. <br />They're now young adults <br />yet they still walk in a line <br />as you lead them <br />down this familiar path. <br />They could find their way <br />through these woods blindfolded. <br />But they walk behind you <br />and listen as you explain <br />the tracks, the trails, <br />and the wonders of nature <br />that you have explained to them <br />every year of their lives. <br /> <br />They listen as if <br />they've never heard it before. <br />I wonder if they're really listening <br />to the lesson on nature <br />or are they just enjoying <br />hearing the sound of your voice <br />as you share your woods with them <br />once again.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-share-more-than-your-woods/
