Nature's Park
10 November, 2002
Author: Dino Hi
The hustle and bustle of everyday lives
People going to work at sunrise
But to the left and to the right, the wild survives
The wetlands so wet and damp, no one enters, but can
The wild at it's best, untouched unscared, a forgotten land
Through unmarked paths, over fallen logs, under twisted trees
The sight of hanging moss and ferns, and swarms of honey bees
Finding hidden meadows,ponds and small water falls
Ah the beauty of this place, smell of pine trees, surrounded by ferns and bird calls
Salmon berries, huckle berries and black berries, what a treat
It's nature's park at it's best, and it's free, have a seat
But to the left and to the right, the hustle and bustle of everyday lives
Passing nature's park, having no time, to realize
It's part of my backyard, and oh what a prize
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| Capricorn (62.30.192.1) -- Tuesday, November 12 2002, 12:38 am Sometimes we don't appreciate what is in our `back yard' we forget it's there. It's good to be reminded! |
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