When I was a small boy
I walked into the woods,
to lie down on the ground,
and inhale the rich smell
that the spring soil exhaled.
I crawled carefully on my belly
beneath these little green umbrellas,
and peeked into this miniature world;
a quiet and secret place,
discovering my love of nature.
a father to my son and daughter,
I took them into this woodland world
when they were four and five
to watch their imaginations come alive.
Now, as I write, and my memory grows older,
I shed slow tears upon these words,
while thinking about my little boy and little girl
making their own Mayapple memories
so many spring seasons before today.
Photo Location: Home Woods