Peace at Forest Hall
Wallowa Lake, Oregon:
© D L Deeney 2009

The bark upon the tree, it smelled so subtly sweet to me;
The wind within its bows
Whispered a lullaby that wound round ‘bout my heart.
Sunbeams resting on swaying arms - lined with bristle-brush fingers all waving;
Chipmunk chatters echoed through the pines, giving meter to Nature’s gentle chime.
And caused me pause to drink it all in.
Finally, my restless soul in solace fell ~
Quiet. Still. A respite stall.
At peace within that forest hall.


Supper Time
Wallowa Lake, Oregon:
© D L Deeney 2009

The little brook, winding down to the lake; bubbling, rambling and splashing about.
While crawdads dart and raccoon paw chase each other 'round tiny stones and flipping foam.
The masked marauder takes his chance; retrieving paw from the watery stew;
Crawdad in hand ~ the coon’s delight;
Tongue on chops ~ a Cheshire’s grin.
He slurps up the meal, then begins again.