A nice little walk

I thought I saw Thoreau by a tree one day
no sound could be heard while he walked
I tried to present a greeting
his finger waved as if not to talk

The silence was best as I followed
to a brook that was running free
a smile lit up his face
no other place he more wanted to be

In a minute another came to attention
said quietly his name was Don
something familiar but couldn't say what
a southern accent but not too strong

We saw nest of birds all over
even an owl take to flight
at one moment the beauty overwhelmed
closed my eyes thinking this must be dream night

Continued our way through the foliage
so at peace and rest we where
Don spoke about the wooded treasures
And all I could do was concur

The end of the journey we reached
Don had a wife beckoning him to come
said he would invite me over
but had so many errands needed to be done

Don made his way to the clearing
Thoreau pointed my way back out
suddenly disappeared as I looked for his presence
for this was something I wanted to tout

As I made my way back to modern living
I noticed something by a gate
sign said, "Walden Woods"
my understanding arrived a bit late

"Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand."
Henry David Thoreau