Ambling through the woods Beside beyond our house A lonely dirt paved path Cannot describe by mouth The shade of trees envelope Such little light its pierce A brook it weaves nearby Underneath the path so dear The tweeting of the birds The sound clear not loud The other life it flees Because a strangers heard The voyage weaves through town Some houses visible light Overtake a school And stranger dogs no fright And then the path explored A bridge transverse brook then stairs The creaky wood quite frail Little river greets me there Inhale the air so clear Its dimness not forebode Refreshed at one with god Delightful home abode Ahead the houses intrude Like some unwelcomed guests The nature life gives way The urban ghost wont rest Alas the trek ends soon Resolve to return A majesty not glean When these paths return