Out there, beyond the garden gate
There's the wildest world to see,
Say...let's forget the chores today
And run out there, just you and me.
Before the leaves all drop
We must go scamper to explore
For the little creatures are about
Collecting for their store.
The forest floor is, oh so crunchy
That nip is in the air,
Wild geese are honking their goodbyes
We might even spot a grizzly bear.
Only now, we'll hear the gurgling stream
And feel the sandy ground,
Let's gather pine-cones, leaves and moss
To make a wreath from all we've found.
I'm sure we'll find an apple tree
Growing wild within the thicket,
The last of the prickly berries too..
Oh, c'mon, c'mon, or we'll miss it
God's unlocked the doors of His exhibit.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
A truly happy person is one who
can enjoy the scenery on a detour.