D wilderness

M no Keats, Wordsworth or Longfellow
But I am finding words hard to swallow....
Clouds wandering at their own pace
Makes me stretch out my hands, touch them & feel my face......

The sun plays hide and seek
As the hills glisten and bleak
Pine & Cedars tall cover the earth
The rhodendrons swaying their heads add to the mirth......



The woods are dark,rocky is the terrain
As the bell tolls,from rambling I cant refrain.....
The epitaph read, 'He being dead yet speaketh'
Sent shivers to my spine, the sense I maketh...





Wilderness.....Oh My!How I want to be lost
Dont care a dime...Whats going to cost!!!!!!!