Wouldst that I could walk with you

Down verdant paths near forests deep

While buzzards hunt from lofty view

Nocturnal creatures gently sleep.

To silent ripples of narrow brook

Your gentle hand fills mine

A journey ere long undertook

My life with you divine.

And as we stroll in Nature’s thrall

My heart and yours as one

I cannot bear to think of times

When these such things are gone.

©Joe Wilson – Ere long… 2014

As always this is written for and to my beloved wife without whom
I would not wish to draw a single breath.