I set upon a walk in sun dried air,

The rain from hours before had passed away—

The cobalt sky stretched boundless, bright and fair,

No clouds remained to threaten dark dismay.

What pleasure pure to find you on my walk

Into blessed woods that beckoned warm delight;

I bade you come and join me for small talk,

So we might flee the grasp of boredom’s blight.

We wandered on through meadows broad and green,

Beyond the weight of worry and of bond…

Into the holy peace of sylvan dreams

That soothe the souls of wayward vagabonds;

There laughter joined and locked in step and stride,

Found secret places hope and love abide.