I sat upon a dark green carpet of grass with pen and pad in hand.
It was there among the trees at the edge of the treeline,
I was surveying the valley, such a serene and peaceful stretch of land.
I was there alone and the only thoughts there were mine.
As I sat among the trees,
I began to reflect on these.
I could look left and right, there were plenty trees to see.
As I looked at them individually I saw quite a variety.
I saw the Maples, Elms, Oaks and a Cottonwood grove very near.
I counted a few Cedar trees that in the winter have branches that are never bare.
Trees I can regard like good silent friends that don’t mind listening to me.
I can say what I want as loud as I can and none of the trees there will care.
As I sit among the trees as I often do, I can talk of how I would like things to be.
I can dream my wildest dreams, the trees don’t mind.
I can rant and rave sometimes, venting stress but peace in time to find.
I don’t think the trees listen or really pay attention,
but neither do they talk back and give me any dissention.
It’s for these reasons and many more,
it’s to these woods with all these wonderful trees,
I come here as often as I can my thoughts and ideas to explore.
To reach a state of serenity, to clear my mind and think what I please.
Among the trees in that welcomed solitude,
I can address my problems and adjust my attitude.
When you’re among such beauty it’s hard to have an ugly thought.
Some calming meditation to sooth my soul as I settle into my green grassy spot.
If I’m not there physically, I often go there in my mind and I can see,
Me among the trees with pen and pad in hand writing more poetry.
After a successful career as a Senior Engineering Designer working with international mining companies, William David is retired now and living with his wife Diane of 36 years in Tucson, Az. He likes spending time now devoted to his passion: writing and reading poetry. William writes for his pleasure and for the pleasure of those who might read his poems.