A hundred year oak…now with faded auburn leaves.
Centuries of stone fences with homes long since gone.
The dogs unencumbered, free to explore a land unknown.
But still a muddied swimming hole is where they decided to roam.
We dodge dropping acorns from dismayed animals up above.
Deep in a forest untraveled,
I am reminded of that strawberry blonde child, sunfish and September early morning, in the plump sun.