A Walk in the Woods

A Walk in the Woods

A Walk in the Woods


Are you free to go on a walk with me

along the wooded trail?

Where bee balm, milkweed, and daisies sway

with Queen Anne’s: lacy and frail.


We’ll talk of life and hopes and woes

of love and following dreams.

We’ll stroll round the bend and over the bridge

that spans the rippling stream.


A walk outside is a colorful joy:

green grass, a royal blue sky.

But what I cherish most, you know,

Is chatting – just you and I.


Written by Becky


  • Debbie says:

    Love this poem. Beautiful imagery.

  • Arlene says:

    Becky, what a beautiful poem. Did you inherit that talent from your mother? Or grandmother? This summer, after all the rain we’ve had, is gifting us with a bountiful supply of wildflowers and even some pretty weeds. I don’t appreciate them in my yard as much, but in the forest preserve they’re wonderful.

  • Mary Lou Sandvik says:

    Lovely, lovely! What a treat a walk in the woods is! As I traveled back to Ar. Hts. today, I rode through a stretch of highway bordered on both sides by forest preserves. What a green, lush, verdant view that was! I thanked God for such accessible beauty right where I live! Right on, Becky! YLM

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About Me:

Hi! My name is Becky. I’m a mom, a wife, a friend, a writer, and a compulsive thinker. Don't invite me to a spa or to shop the day away, but rather, make me laugh, engage me in interesting conversation, play a game with me, or give me a cappuccino and homemade vanilla bean flan and I’m yours ‘til the cows come home.

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