My Quiet Thoughts

  As I sit here gazing,
  out that old woods road,
  now covered with four feet of snow.
  I am wishing,
  that snow was gone
  so I could go,
  to the beaver dam
  where the red pine trees grow.
  Out in those pines,
  I can listen to the crows,
  and hear the splash
  of the beaver's tail,
  as he dives to safety below.
  I can sit on an old log,
  and watch the squirrels
  run to and fro,
  and relax a moment,
  where the red pine trees grow.