Back again.
Nothing seems different here
yet so much is changing.
When we first started
visiting these woods
our kids were babies.
You would lead the way
with the youngest
carried like precious cargo
on your back.
I always walked behind
''assuring their safety''.
I watched our little girls
as their pigtails bobbed up and down
with their excited trots
trying to ''keep up with Dad''.
They would stop now and then
to poke at a log or flip over a rock
and I would scoot them along
so we didn't get too far behind you.
With each year they've
changed so much.
They're now young adults
yet they still walk in a line
as you lead them
down this familiar path.
They could find their way
through these woods blindfolded.
But they walk behind you
and listen as you explain
the tracks, the trails,
and the wonders of nature
that you have explained to them
every year of their lives.
They listen as if
they've never heard it before.
I wonder if they're really listening
to the lesson on nature
or are they just enjoying
hearing the sound of your voice
as you share your woods with them
once again.
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-share-more-than-your-woods/
