Found

Taken back to pathways ancient,

Followed in another lifetime,

The strong scent of evergreen,

Memories of ferns, smell of

Sweet grass beside the river,

Sound of rain on roof, warm under

Blankets as daddy lights the fires,

Taking off the chill and yet once they

Are started we are up, time spent 

Talking to the gorbies, Canada Jay,

Feeding on the edge of the deck,

Hoping for a close encounter, tied up

In the beauty of being deep in the woods,

Away from everything, surrounded by

The hardness of living, hauling water,

Righting the outhouse, walking a good

Part to Bible Point where Roosevelt 

Walked and we visited, all back in

The woods, a retreat and a treat to 

The memory of being led to rest in the

Soft pine droppings, led back to 

Memories sweet, fragrant, grace