When I was a small boy
I walked into the woods,
to lie down on the ground,
and inhale the rich smell
that the spring soil exhaled.
I crawled carefully on my belly
beneath these little green umbrellas,
and peeked into this miniature world;
a quiet and secret place,
discovering my love of nature.
When I became a man, and
a father to my son and daughter,
I took them into this woodland world
when they were four and five
to watch their imaginations come alive.
Now, as I write, and my memory grows older,
I shed slow tears upon these words,
while thinking about my little boy and little girl
making their own Mayapple memories
so many spring seasons before today.
You may enjoy another, related post from April 28, 2012 called: Inside the Mayapple Colony
Photo Location: Home Woods