A stand of poplars grows
Around a concrete base
A cairn made long ago
The plaque is missing now
Farther up the dirt road
The pine trees beckon
Call us into their dappled shade
The trees; so tall and slender
Planted by man in neat little rows
Pine cones, broken branches
Bits and pieces; everywhere!
The wind whispers through the boughs
Pale Winter sunlight filters through
Little birds flitting about; chirping
Even the Kookaburras singing out!
The Roos have been here; eating grass
Their leavings obvious along the trail!
As we stop and listen; breathing in
Fresh air; cool breeze; Winter sun
The forest is alive and yet so still!
Nothing stirs among the trees
Only their very tops; moving in the breeze!
We are trespassers here
We humans don't belong
Only God's creatures here abide
We are only welcome to camp a while
To stop and listen; maybe smile!
We feel the Lord's breath among the pines
And enjoy the blessing of a little exercise!
It feels like we are so alone
But civilization is just a "Cooee" away!
Aeroplanes fly by up above
Children calling out in play
Everyone enjoying the sunny winter day!
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