The Woods

7^th grade

I sit near a babbling brook to watch a water fall

Many things I chance to see and many things recall.

When I was young a child you know

Oh how I loved to see a graceful gliding bird a light

Upon a blowing tree

Or sit and watch a butterfly fly from flower to flower

Or to see a golden squirrel climb to his tree top bower

Or maybe see a graceful doe leaping through the wood

To tend its feeble fawn nestled in the its woodland hood.