I enjoy the woods next door,
I will look and look some more.

I never tire of the changing look of the wood,
It's a timeless change I wouldn't stop if I could.

From spring to summer, then fall and winter arrive,
But still the scene is one from which joy can derive.

At times, animals visit the woods, cattle, horses and deer,
Though some deer didn't survive hunting season, I fear.

Still, when I need a lift or an inspiration to grow,
All I have to do is look to the woods, this I do know.

When the winds blow as they did at times through the day,
The trees come alive as they both bend and sway.

Finally, as picture subjects they never will fail,
And I want to thank you for listening to my tale.

Vern Rogers (fotabug)