Wildwood Lane

Has there ever been a place you've passed or glanced at that tugged a little at your curiosity? This was mine...So, in my imagination, this is what I saw in that old rundown Barn.

WILDWOOD LANE

All the way down Wildwood Lane,

 stands a red, rusted, old tin barn

Past the picket fence, through the fields, 

Where Rabbits live, Mice come play, 

And the musty hay is soft and warm

Up in the loft, lives an old Hoot Owl 

With great yellow eyes and long brown feathers

A Spider  spinning an ivory web 

as Crickets chirp in rhythm together.

Not too far away is a cool, dark pond

Where little black bugs dance on the water

A bullfrog sits, croaking, on a lily pad

As a Butterfly floats on velvet wings

Across the ponds swims an Otter

If you go there when the sun is sinking

And the moon rises, full and bright

Your eyes will take in all kinds of wonders

As every creature comes to life

Humming, chirping, splashing and playing

A wondrous place for life to be

Their world seems to be unchanging

The anthem of music, the feeling of peace

Nighttime comes to the old tin barn

The bullfrog still sits on his lily pad

The beauty, ablaze  with  winking stars

The Rabbits and Mice, safe at home

The spider resting upon her web

And into the night the Hoot Owl roams

Gaye L.
(©)1993