I’ll show you where the spider web
Has caught the morning dew
If you just come along with me,
You’ll get to see it, too.

I’ll show you where the white-tailed deer
Lay hidden in the grass
Before she heard of our approach
And slipped to watch us pass.

We’ll see where groundhogs sleep at night
And smell the striped-skunk’s bed —
And check which raspberries are ripe
It’s black we want, not red.

But wear your walking shoes, my sweet,
The dew is heavy there
And grab a walking stick as well —
The path’s not beaten clear.

For many are the ones who think
There’s nothing new to see
And leave the breaking of the path
To such as you and me.

            sls August 2008